As I sit here typing this blog post, it's gotten pretty quiet outside. The streets are empty, and all that can be heard now are the roosters crowing and crowing and crowing (haha!) and the occasional barking of stray dogs as they fight over food scraps. But by the time I wake up in the morning, the streets will be busy with crazy old buses with their flapping curtains and ridiculous paint, banged up white taxis with their blue stripes and crunched fenders, and a various assortment of motorcycles, bicycles, and pedestrians on their way to the market, to work, to school, or just to see a neighbor.
I'm 1,500 miles away from home, and I miss being there, but I sure am going to miss Honduras!!!
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Tell me that's not a plastic lawn chair in the front of the van??? LOL Well, don't go missing Honduras TOO much! I know they have a McD's and all, but it's still not your home! Missing you over here!
Yes!! That is a plastic lawn chair in the front of the van, and Brittany was sitting in it! Lol! And you can't see in the pictures, but there's actually a guy standing up by side door, too! And the roads were worse than the road to the Vicks'! Lol!
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