I spent the last ten days in the small town of Terrabona. I decided to return to the community where we had stayed as a group. While many towns in Central America are jumping on the tourism bandwagon, Terrabona is content with its mule drawn wagons loaded with produce for sale. I find that it reminds me alot of what I imagine the old south to be like, where families sit out front under the eaves in the long hot hours of the day and kids run and play in the streets. It is a place where everyone seems to know eachother. A place where you can still get a soda in a glass bottle for 35 cents and kids save their coins to buy the 5 cent candy at the corner store. Where the main modes of transportation are by horse or bicycle and you can count the number of cars on one hand. And after a thurough beating in the washbin, clothes hang out back on the barb wire to dry. It is a place where most people still cook on wood fires and they have a way to fry up almost anything. It´s a place where on a
hot sunny day without a cloud in the sky thunder cracks its warning and the heavy rain rolls in in an instant. Everyone retreats indoors until the pavement is cooled and the crops are watered and as quickly as it started the rain is gone again. It seems like Terrabona lives in a different time. I find it comforting, the slow pace of pure life.
This is a blog for all of my friends and family. For everyone that has supported me in so many ways. You all have shaped my experiences and made me who I am today. I am very excited that I will be able to share this experience with you in this small way. Thank you again for all that you have done for me and for joining me on this journey.... full info