-Men cutting
the grass on the median with machetes.
-Strangers
coming up to practice Spanish with me
-Avocados
-When the
Honduran soccer team is playing and the entire country puts on their team
jersey
-Mountains
-Playing in
the living room with my 2-year-old “niece,” blowing imaginary bubbles
-Delicious,
fresh juices I’ve never heard of before (Hibiscus? Passion fruit?)
-Telenovelas
-Waking up
every morning to find fresh pancakes on the table
-When the
sun sets and we can look down from our backyards and see the capital city
sparkling with a thousand colored lights
-Fried
plantains
-The
patience of strangers who speak at half the speed when they see how lost I am
-Handshakes
with air kisses
-Our bus
driver who drives us a different route to school every day
-The
delightful absurdity of hearing “My Heart Will Go On” every day on our bus ride
into town
-Granitas
-Pulling
into Santa Lucia after a long weekend, seeing the little lagoon and the corner
market, and thinking, “Aah… I’m home.”
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