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...
Central America
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,...
Jalaca orphanage media
Austin’s home away from home
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...
an extra night in tegucigalpa
"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...
en honduras! mi primero dia
I arrived to San Pedro Sula sweaty, something Austin has since told me to get used to. I walked out of the gate, feeling the lightness of my being (I didn't check any bags), as the rest of my flight members fiddled with their heavy suitcases, and ...
