Category Archives: Honduras
Like Agnes, I decided this unicorn would be mine.
Everyone who gets on is headed their own way—school, work, church, shopping, home—but for a brief moment, the barreling bus brings us all together.
A few months ago, I found myself at a weekend-long turtle monitoring session on Honduras’ southern coast.
Another holiday, another rustling through my luggage of words to find poignant answers for the question.
Even when I do speak in accented Spanish, Hondurans often assume I’m from a Honduran afro-indigenous community.
The third time in a short conversation that I heard myself saying, “Well, in Honduras…” I stopped myself. I didn’t mean to be a bore; I simply didn’t have other experiences to draw from.
This may be the last post I’ll write from Honduras.
If you visit Tegucigalpa, you’ll find more than you expect.
It is not a partisan statement to say that the U.S. immigration system is broken.