After traveling the 6 streets we've come to know and (sort of) love, the SMs decided we needed to get out. Comayagua is a great city, but the most grass we see is the tiny patch of crab grass outside the apartment; tile, tile, tile everywhere.
So this Friday a group of 8 (we brought along a native Honduran--Paul, the school's cashier. haha.) hopped on a bus to Cerra Azul Meamber National Park. According to our travel book it looked like a 1 and 1/2 hour bus ride to La Guama followed by a 30 minute taxi ride. As always, we were quite the spectacle.
On the bus, I couldn't help but notice the paradox of this country. My kids in Comayagua are wealthier than I am right now--they all have Hannah Montana backpacks, stickers, notebooks, and pencil sharpeners, they watch TV allll the time, and some of my kids have their own Wii. Five minutes out of Comayagua people live in the fields they work under a 5-square-foot shack. I know this difference exists in the US, but it seems so much more drastic.
The National Park rocked. The only cabin left for the night had bunk beds for 20... so all us girls slept on the top bunks, listening to the rain pound on the tin roof all night long. Finally, we saw some of the Honduras I'd always pictured. Sabbath morning we met our guide and headed out on the trails. Picture everything you've ever thought of when you hear the words "Rain Forest" and that's what it was. We swam in three waterfalls, hiked into the cloud forests, and ate our lunches of bread and PB on the top of a mountain. 5 hours after we left, we collapsed on the benches outside our cabin.
So this Friday a group of 8 (we brought along a native Honduran--Paul, the school's cashier. haha.) hopped on a bus to Cerra Azul Meamber National Park. According to our travel book it looked like a 1 and 1/2 hour bus ride to La Guama followed by a 30 minute taxi ride. As always, we were quite the spectacle.
On the bus, I couldn't help but notice the paradox of this country. My kids in Comayagua are wealthier than I am right now--they all have Hannah Montana backpacks, stickers, notebooks, and pencil sharpeners, they watch TV allll the time, and some of my kids have their own Wii. Five minutes out of Comayagua people live in the fields they work under a 5-square-foot shack. I know this difference exists in the US, but it seems so much more drastic.
The National Park rocked. The only cabin left for the night had bunk beds for 20... so all us girls slept on the top bunks, listening to the rain pound on the tin roof all night long. Finally, we saw some of the Honduras I'd always pictured. Sabbath morning we met our guide and headed out on the trails. Picture everything you've ever thought of when you hear the words "Rain Forest" and that's what it was. We swam in three waterfalls, hiked into the cloud forests, and ate our lunches of bread and PB on the top of a mountain. 5 hours after we left, we collapsed on the benches outside our cabin.
One exciting ride in the back of a truck and one squished bus ride between a little boy and a not-so-little woman later, we were back. It was nice to get back to Comayagua--it wasn't as strange looking as the first time we drove in. I recognized our very own Wendy's, Pizza Hut, and of course, the school.
Now I'm ready to hand out those Math tests tomorrow morning. :D
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