At brunch the other day my stepmother asked me how old you have to be to get your first machete. I just laughed, because my four-year-old neighbor can regularly be found chopping down all the sugar cane in front of his house. Machetes there are ubiquitous—women use them to cut kindling to start the… Continue reading How old do you have to be to get your first machete?
The first coffee harvest of the season has just begun in the area I stayed in so I thought this would be a good time to talk about where coffee comes from. Before meeting my partner I had little idea of where coffee came from. Of course I had some vague idea that it is… Continue reading Where your coffee comes from
The area I lived in can’t really even be called a village, at least not in the sense that it was anything we would generally recognize as a village. It is a community made up of many small houses with large families living more or less close together. From the road (more about that in… Continue reading Where I lived in Honduras
How I ended up living in Honduras is a story that actually begins before I was born. My grandfather was an engineer who visited Japan several times on business and developed an appreciation for all things Japanese. Somehow he connected with an exchange program and he agreed to host a 16-year-old Japanese student, at the… Continue reading How I ended up in Honduras & a note about names and places
This is Loli, one of many family pets at my in-laws’ house. Loli the Lora enjoys all things sweet, including Honduran style super-sweet coffee. Out there you can sometimes hear wild loros calling to their partners.
Thanks for joining me! This blog was inspired by my friend Michelle, who told me I should blog about my adventures in Honduras. Unfortunately where I was living there I had virtually no internet access. However, now that I am back in the States I have had time to start reflecting on my experiences there… Continue reading The Journey Begins