In true Olanchan fashion, we arrived to an all day black out with water flooded all throughout the house from a colossal downpour. There were cockroaches living visibly in the middle of our living room, not trying to keep it a secret anymore. The trash hadn’t been taken out before the last person left so the whole house smelled of rotten onion and spoiled milk. Still, I never felt so glad to be at home. It amazes me how I could even consider Olancho home what with all the power outages, water shortages, guns, unpaved streets, and terrible culinary traditions. I guess all I have to do is live somewhere for an extended amount of time and it becomes home. Thank goodness for adaptability.
The trip was expensive, really expensive, especially in
. The prices are not only American expensive; they are American vacation expensive which is outrageous for someone with my salary. Luckily, I had been saving a little bit each month so that I could have a good month off. It was the three S’s: Seafood, Surfing, and Sunbathing. With a full belly and a little more vitamin D than I had before, I was ready to get back to Costa Rica , at least for a couple days. Honduras
I’ve got a couple projects going: writing a curriculum, making posters to decorate my room, and of course keeping up with a couple blogs. I plan to leave for a place I had thought I may never see again: