Return to Honduras, Christmas/New Year 2004

In 1983, I left high school during the middle of my junior year to live abroad for a year as an exchange student. When I applied to the American Field Service program, I marked Spain as my first choice of countries. Fresh out of two years of high-school Spanish, I had been mesmerized by posters of the mountains and villages of Spain in my classroom. When I found out they were sending me to Honduras, my response was something like "Honduras? Is that a country?"

Now, 21 years later, I finally returned to visit my host family and friends, and see how much the country had changed. I never imagined so much time would have gone by, but in the intervening years, it always seemed like I either had the time to go but lacked the money, or vice versa. In any case, "más vale tarde que nunca" (better late than never). My family made me feel right at home the instant I arrived, and it was like I had never left.

Travel Journals

Many Meetings
Tower of Babel
The Trip So Far
Not Married Yet
Not of This World
Wrap-up

Photo Galleries

Scenes of Honduras
My People
The Mayan Ruins of Copán
The Bay Islands: Roatán and Utila

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