Blogs from Copán Ruinas, Western, Honduras, Central America Caribbean - page 8

Seeing as Ellie and I hadn't gotten to bed till about 3am Monday Morning, there was no way we were going to be up for the 6.30am ferry back to the mainland on Monday morning. In that case, we decided to go for the 2.30pm ferry. I really didn't want to leave...Utila had been epic and I definitely felt lik I had gotten very comfey staying in one place for a loger period of time, but it was necessary that we started to head on as we only had 18days to get up to Cancun! Tom had decided to come with us for some of the remainder of our travels which we were excited about! As usual, we seemed to be leaving eveything to the last minute with only 15 minutes to get the ferry, ELlie ... read more

It’s a week today since I got back to the United States. 2 weeks ago, I left La Ceiba for Copan and then to Guatemala for a night to get the bus to Mexico. The journey to Mexico was stressful, it took longer than normal because of floods & road closure as a result of the bad weather but after 2 half days & a full day on the road I got to Mexico City a day before my flight to the United States. I was happy to b back in Mexico City -I spent the day walking around the downtown area and did some last minute shopping. FIFA has a fan centre in downtown Mexico City. The centre is open stage with a Big screen to watch the match and live bands play also ... read more

From Honduras I zoomed back to my home in Aztec, New Mexico in a matter of hours. I felt ripped away from the comfortable life I had lived for the past few weeks. My routine was predictable: Breakfast at 7:30 with Orphilia, Spanish tutoring from 8:00 to noon at Ixbalanque School right around the corner. My Spanish teacher and I talked about everything, from fruit to our experiences of giving birth to our children, relationships, marriage, dreams (I offered my amateur services as a dream therapist), "unacceptable" (dirty) words, travels, financial difficulties, hopes for the future. All of this in Spanish and sign language. I had the most fun when I described my experience of traveling on a boat 25 years ago from Singapore to Sumatra when the boat sank in the middle of the night. ... read more

We´ve all had those moments where everything seems to be right. Where contentment seems pure bliss. I had one of those moments with my family. I was tired from my adventure at the waterfall earlier that day. Orphilia was in the kitchen--the small simple kitchen with three stoves and a gecko making noises from somewhere on the yuk green walls. She was making pupusas on her gas stove. I sat down at the kitchen table in the candle and lantern light, necessary because the electricity was off. I watched as she expertly shaped the flour dough for the pupusas in her hands, carefully inserted the cheese mixture in each, flattened them, then placed them on the iron skillet. How many of them have you made in your lifetime? I ask. Thousands, she says. Elda, her younger ... read more

Stones can speak, yes they can. And they spoke this morning at the ruins near the town of Copan Ruinas. Massive buildings, extraordinary energy and intent. Several hundred years of building, ruling, processions, ball games, ceremonies, maintaining the world iteself. The Mayan descendants still live. The stones hold the real secrets. Maybe the macaws that live there will tell me about it someday, but more likely, if I listen more carefully, I will be able to hear the stones speak more clearly.... read more