La Vida en La Ceiba
October 4th 2014
I am starting to feel a but conspicuous. Not entirely because I stand out as a gringo but it seems like everyone knows where I live and work. Leaving the hospital, the taxi driver prompts me with my address. Or all I need to start to say is "en frente de" and they finish my sentence with "el hospital viejo." They know. Apparently I don't even need to know where I live to get home. We took a cab
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