there’s no place like home

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...

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in july drinkin horchata

"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,...