This last weekend, I had my last adventure traveling in Honduras. I went to the north coast to La Ceiba. It was a seven hour drive. On the way there we hit a dog, which was the first time that I’ve been in a vehicle that has hit an animal. The main purpose of the trip was to celebrate Carnival, a celebration of the founding saint of La Ceiba and on par with Mardi Gra. The parade was fun; there were actual floats which were impressive, but I enjoyed hanging out at the beach much more. Our friends that we stayed with directed us to a river that was connected to the Caribbean Ocean. It was so great to cool off and swim around with fishes. During the night, we witness the madness. It was crowded and definitely a mob mentality was present. The festivities were just too much for my taste. Ultimately it was worth it just to be in the car and raminice of the Rocky Mountains, the drive north is identical to the drives in Colorado.
I’ve been feeling a little low lately. I choose to be alone most of the times yet feel desperately lonely, ironic, verdad? I know that I’ve made the right decision in going home permanently. I’ve been so depressed here. Every night when I’m sitting alone I’m itching to be home. Yes, I’ve had a once in a lifetime opportunity and great experiences but there are people in my life that need me. It’s finally time to confess that I need them too. It’s so lonely living without those people who truly love me and support me even when I fail. I know that I’ll survive the next 20 days; I just hope that I’m thriving. That I’m still living to the fullest while counting down each day.
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