Sampling has become a theme of my life for the past week or so. For one, Greg, Laurel, and I decided to do something different at Costco. We flipped a coin and the result was that we tour and eat samples as an appetizer rather than after the hot d...
"I wish I had friends like that," is what most people have said lately. As I blogged a couple weeks ago, Austin and I are in a transition period. While we spent almost five days apart last week and Austin now has his own phone, there is still not ...
I was walking around among my kinsman, blending in, and I happened to notice a slight difference between me and the other Nicaraguans: their skin is quite dark, and mine is more of an in-doorsy hue. Well, I thought to myself, maybe the power of th...
"So, entonces," Keila said reduntantly, "for the next hour we only speak Spanish." Austin and I agreed. Keila and Austin continued to chat as we walked downtown in Tegucigalpa, the myriads of fresco colors slowly blending together beside us. "Jon,...
We walked a long time to get there. The tricked out school bus, complete with rims, speakers blasting that constant Latin beat, and a "propiedad de cristo" sticker traversing the tinted windshield, brought us as far as it could. We walked the leng...
"Maybe we won't make it to the bus in time," Austin said yesterday afternoon with a grin from the front seat of Keila's van. We were in traffic, and the slower the traffic got, the more excited we got. We like it in Tegucigalpa. Every meal is cook...
