Axle Woes

I had a spectacular view; each mountain taller than those in front of it, winding paths arriving at isolated farmhouses, and a clay-colored river cutting through the valley far below. La Plata, the last city I passed through was sixteen miles back.  Belén, the next town was some undetermined distance ahead, and beyond that were […]

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There are Flying Cars in America

The hotel’s rusted gate was swung open.  To my left a plywood sign hung over an old plastic one.  The place didn’t seem like it was open, but I was decidedly finished with the day so it was worth checking out. I stood a little straighter to make myself as presentable as possible as I […]

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Granada

Before continuing my path to meet my friends in Costa Rica there was one city I wanted to visit.  I’d read an article on Granada claiming the city to be ‘The Paris of Central America.’  I doubted the statement, but after seeing pictures knew I had to see for myself. The night before arriving in […]

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Instance in Honduras

I had to be near the top.  Since nine in the morning I’d been walking uphill.  My view had changed from a parched wasteland to semi-green mountains rippling into the distance.  There was a steady breeze and it smelled of cows and farming.  The air was cooler, but just about anywhere would have been cooler […]

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Channel Twenty-Six

Savannah trotted to the left of the cart, giddy from the presence of never-ending shade and a wide shoulder.  We walked steady and fast.  There wasn’t much traffic on the road along the coast of El Salvador because there was a newer, bigger road that funneled the cars to San Salvador. A mother and daughter […]

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