When you watch the World Cup, the announcer shouts, "Goalllll" when they score. When Priscilla see's a cute futbol player from the local Honduras team, she shouts, "Goalllllll" in her head.
With my second customs, I was not too excited as this was the "Long Haul to Honduras" trip. When I walked up and saw a bunch of men dressed in light blue futbol uniforms. They were tall, tan, with a futbol physique and the exotic Cristian Reynaldo hairstyles. Things became a bit more interesting especially with my summer futbol obsession.
I chatted with one of them while casually getting my passport stamped and he said they are a local team of Honduras in their mid 20s. The man at the window was so patient with me as I was filling out my form and staring at the futbol players. I still had World Cup Fever and there were three of them that created a great first sight for entrance into Honduras. The kind man at the window laughed at me as I tried to fill out my form, watch the cute futbol players, and exchange money in Spanish with three different people.
Usually, I do Not exchange my money at a border, but I had no choice. These guys walk around with huge wads of cash usually giving you a poor exchange rate. I told the other two to go away and stuck with the one who was giving me an excellent rate. I looked at him like, "Wow how are you giving this rate?" I thanked him for his honesty and gave him a guy handshake.
My goal was to finish everything in time so I could go talk to the players, but I watched the last one step on the bus.
It was too late. Sad to see you go, but it was sadder to walk up the road to catch a bus with my backpack and one in front and 2 large water bottles...just saying:)
With my second customs, I was not too excited as this was the "Long Haul to Honduras" trip. When I walked up and saw a bunch of men dressed in light blue futbol uniforms. They were tall, tan, with a futbol physique and the exotic Cristian Reynaldo hairstyles. Things became a bit more interesting especially with my summer futbol obsession.
I chatted with one of them while casually getting my passport stamped and he said they are a local team of Honduras in their mid 20s. The man at the window was so patient with me as I was filling out my form and staring at the futbol players. I still had World Cup Fever and there were three of them that created a great first sight for entrance into Honduras. The kind man at the window laughed at me as I tried to fill out my form, watch the cute futbol players, and exchange money in Spanish with three different people.
Usually, I do Not exchange my money at a border, but I had no choice. These guys walk around with huge wads of cash usually giving you a poor exchange rate. I told the other two to go away and stuck with the one who was giving me an excellent rate. I looked at him like, "Wow how are you giving this rate?" I thanked him for his honesty and gave him a guy handshake.
My goal was to finish everything in time so I could go talk to the players, but I watched the last one step on the bus.
It was too late. Sad to see you go, but it was sadder to walk up the road to catch a bus with my backpack and one in front and 2 large water bottles...just saying:)
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