Wow so much has happened since I last wrote in here! From visiting Copan, a small town in the east coast of Honduras that has coblestone streets and a friendly and safe atmosphere during Holy Week to celebrating life in the streets of La Ceiba, the city that doesn't seem to sleep with its endless carnivals and gives any excuse for a party. Up in Copan we had the amazing opprotunity to walk in the footsteps of the ancient Mayan people of Honduras as we scouted out the Mayan Ruins trying to fathom everything we took in while eavesdropping in on some guides to catch the stories of the stones. We also took ourselves on trip thats proabably the closest thing we've gotten to a western adventure as we rode up the Copan mountains on horseback. Of course I had the newer horse that you could say was the "free spirit" of the group...he may have been a little bit of a rebel, but we bonded over this ahha. Atop of the mountains we took in outstanding view of the rolling hills around us, along with the villages below and a parade of children following us trying to sell dolls crafted from dyed corn husk.
Once back to my home sweet home of La Ceiba with tourists and locals alike crowding the beaches and streets with the intention of soaking up the benefits of the North Coast of Honduras the fun really began. With Punta music and dancing, local street meat venders thriving, soccer on the beach and 60 cent beers, you really couldn't go wrong. Every night in the Zona Viva right on the beach there was a huge free concert held for all, giant beer and food tents and a sea of people that never stop. The last night all the volunteers went to the beach infront of the nicest hotel resort in La Ceiba where we met up with locals and new found friends that had traveled from other parts of Honduras to cook up the goods, indulging in a meat lovers barbeque.
On Sunday last I had an Easter unlike any other. Catching the bus up to Agua Caliente I met the children of the Hogar who were high off life from all the new Easter excitment they had engaged in. Never having heard of the easter bunny or anything of the sort apparently they were beyond thrilled to have recieved treat bags full of easter goodies and hear stories of this so called easter bunny! After the chaos and excitement of painting their first easter eggs and with full bellies from the typical Honduran lunch of beans and rice we started the search for shoes. The search for shoes is a daily ritual at the Hogar. Before we finally get going somewhere we have to overcome the most tedius task of finding "the other shoe", and believe me this can take years with once child, let alone 20 children! Once all ready (okay some were shoeless) and after waiting endlessly for a bus to come to take us to Sambo Creek (its Easter Sunday remember) we decided to hitchhike our way there. Feeling like we should be in a clip from a Honduran version of the film "Cheaper by the dozen"...or if you aren't familiar with that one, "Home Alone" we made our way to the beautiful beach in the black, Garifuna community of Sambo Creek with all the little monkeys in tow. A beautiful, sunny day at the beach with children that I love...couldn't have asked for a better Easter Sunday in Honduras. Not to mention as a attended the local Catholic mass that evening I realized that I was actually understanding most of the homely! This is a very big improvement for me and my Spanish!
Well I have tons more to write but I'll save that for another night!
Back into the swing of things now at work!
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