Well …at least it was warm.
Archive for the ‘Honduras’ Category
Oct
10
Masaya, NI (317 kms)
I now know just enough Spanish to get myself into trouble. Not dangerous trouble, just a bit of mischief. The soup at the border lunch stand looked and smelled great. Cast iron pot, lots of veggies and something else I couldn’t make out. I asked …heard something about vegetables and immediately said yes. Sandra and Jordan bailed me out again and let me in on the secret ingredient.

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