I've been pumped up on adrenaline for the past
few days, rabid with anticipation for my weekend
trip to Baja with my new Total
Escape friends. Trying to figure out what it is
about this group that attracts me so, I realized
that I've experienced such camaraderie before.
Twenty years ago, I traveled with seventeen other
high school students to Honduras, where we would
spend one of the best years of our lives. Like the
Total Escape group, they wereto a
oneflush with the thrill of adventure.
Exploring the great outdoors with the Total
Escapees rekindles the solidarity and venturesome
spirit that I shared with my fellow exchange
students in Honduras.
It all began in Choluteca, a town in southern
Honduras near the Nicaraguan border (not the safest
of places at the time). There, we all spent our
first two days in the country going through
orientation, getting to know one another and
experiencing our first adventures in the local
market. The chemistry of our group manifested
itself immediately. Our common passion for
adventure bonded us together like old friends in
those two days.
Daily life in Honduras, immersed in a different
culture and foreign language, never ceased to
stimulate, but AFS (the agency through which we
traveled) nevertheless scheduled several organized
tours during the year. As a group, the eighteen of
us hung out on the coconut tree-lined, white sand
beaches of La Ceiba on the Caribbean coast. In San
Pedro Sula, Honduras' second-largest city, we
wandered the streets by day and boogied in the
discos by night. And most exciting of all, we spent
two days exploring the Mayan ruins of Copán
in the northwest corner of the country. Each trip
was a reunion of like-minded souls. Though we
thrilled to the new sights and experiences, our
spirit of camaraderie was an adventure all its own.
Whenever we got together, the enthusiasm was so
palpable you could cut it with a knife.
I haven't felthaven't been a part
ofsuch raw, positive energy since then...
until two weeks ago, when I set off on a grand
desert expedition with a bunch of strangers.
Just like Choluteca twenty years ago, the strangers
became fast friends on that long weekend. That's
why I'm bursting with anticipation at doing more
with this fun group of people. I remember the
magical times that followed the last time I felt
such an unbridled spirit of camaraderie, so I can't
help but be thrilled by the good times that are
sure to come.
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