10 Years In Honduras
My good friend Jessiel Rivera reminded me the other day that it was 10 years ago this month that I arrived here in La Ceiba. I remember my arrival here from Costa Rica fairly vividly. I had been getting teary-eyed on the plane from a combination of sleep deprivation, my longing to remain with my friends in beautiful San Jose and some sad indie music on my iPod. It was a hot and terribly humid Sunday afternoon when I landed in the La Ceiba airport and when I stepped off the 10-seater hotbox of an airplane onto the tarmac I was sweaty, bleary-eyed and disheveled. I looked like a typical gringo backpacker except for my mountain of luggage that I had in tow. Two members of the Central Mennonite Church picked me up in their car; how they knew I was the Gringo they were supposed to collect was beyond me but they got it right. I remember them remarking on the number of suitcases I had brought (3) and their heaviness (maximum weight allowance); and the resulting weight of embarrassment I felt ...
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The group shot at the top makes me laugh. They look very "tough" like each is saying " Don't mess with me."
It's funny cuz I have the same experience trying to get a "nice" group shot. As soon as I bring out the camera a certain few put on their "mean face". Right before, they laugh and joke, but as soon as I take the picture ... "ready..1-2-3..." they make a mean face, no smile... culture. The US is big on smiling especially for the camera. But almost everyone's driver's licnse pic here is a mug shot..no smiles. Interesting, huh?
Your tough kids make me laugh ...smile.