Tomorrow in the earliest of morning we are heading off to Tela.
Save for the spare bits of day and evening we will spend in Teguz before we fly back to the North, this is it. And I'm rather sad. I am incredibly fond of Tegucigalpa. All its hoodlum(s) and noise and rain and brightly colored walls. The electric cords and cables dangling and twisting from every telephone pole. The palm trees, the pines, the brown sluggish rivers, the oh so lovely climate where everything is almost always 75 degrees and breezy. The neon green of the surrounding hills, the panederias, the centro, the mimes that appear sporadically at our intersection during the mid-morning to fight for pedestrian rights (man, I love those guys). The baleadas, the tajadas, the aguacates, the quesillo, the mantequilla, the orchata, the flautas, the cebollin.
Teguz has a lot of problems. It's dangerous, it's messy, it's been smashed and forced to sprawl into and from itty bitty colonial streets: a mining town suddenly proclaimed the capital. But I love it. And I hope good things for it. And I hope good things for its people who are mostly kind and good and persevere despite it all. And there is a lot of all.
Te quiero. Que Dios te sigue bendiciendo.
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