As I get older, one of my favorite things is a good view, good food, quiet/relaxing atmosphere and writing. It's a completely satisfactory way to spend a day or night.
Walking and walking and walking, I am getting a good work out with my crazy exercise moves. Leaving at 10am I thought I could avoid the heat, but I ended up stopping in the market, making stops all over in the little convenient stores. It's fascinating the amount of business in cars and trucks. The creativity that goes into sales of food. Central America invented food trucks-not New York.
Such pride with their work
Local artist
With this said, I made too many stops and I was stuck in a whole lot of heat. The directions to the beach were simple-just walking straight. But which direction was Hotel El Real and would anyone actually know it? I asked a local family and they told me all the hotels were to the right-not correct. This was not the hotel side rather it was the slums of Honduras. It's always eye opening and thought provoking for me to see this side. On this day, I planned to just work on my writing, but it never works out that way. I walk through and I encounter many beautiful people and I talk with them. Sometimes I just incorporate humor to brighten their day and sometimes I inquire about their ways of living. It's just a real experience that doesn't involve money or being sent in by an organization or mission. It's real work being done moment to moment and day to day. It's always good to see the "real" side of things and then head over to the "Hotel El Real." How ironic that the best hotel in town is called, "Hotel Real." How about "Hotel Wealthy Being Ignorant to the Poverty in their City."
Well, when I discovered that I was on the wrong side towards the end of the beach. I flagged a taxi driver and asked him for the location. He said, "Dear, it's all the way on the other side. He asked if I wanted a ride, but I told him I was just going to walk, which is what I do, even when I make my mistakes with directions, I usually just walk. There are constant reminders from my clients to those I see on the street-God gave me legs to walk.
"Sometimes when we're lost is when we find ourselves found." PRIS
Off I went all the way back saying hello to the same people again. It was like "Deja vu" with my second appearance and familiar faces. Walking and walking amongst bodegas, little shops, dirt roads leading to slums within a jungle, a basketball court on the beach, little homes. Finally, I saw a beautiful cream colored building and I knew that was it. I walked along the side to see some beautiful European inspired statues and I had arrived.
Well, when I discovered that I was on the wrong side towards the end of the beach. I flagged a taxi driver and asked him for the location. He said, "Dear, it's all the way on the other side. He asked if I wanted a ride, but I told him I was just going to walk, which is what I do, even when I make my mistakes with directions, I usually just walk. There are constant reminders from my clients to those I see on the street-God gave me legs to walk.
"Sometimes when we're lost is when we find ourselves found." PRIS
Off I went all the way back saying hello to the same people again. It was like "Deja vu" with my second appearance and familiar faces. Walking and walking amongst bodegas, little shops, dirt roads leading to slums within a jungle, a basketball court on the beach, little homes. Finally, I saw a beautiful cream colored building and I knew that was it. I walked along the side to see some beautiful European inspired statues and I had arrived.
Walk down the beach
It was calm and peaceful with only a couple adults and one family. The pool was shining and the breeze was blowing- it was just what I had been craving. The palm trees and little beach huts and a slice of paradise amongst local neighborhoods.
With my ceviche and my Canada Dry club soda I sat and enjoyed the breeze while writing away.
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