Firsts in Honduras
The bus stop at San Pedro Sula was like the inside of a glove compartment on a hot day, teeming with people surrounding a fuzzy screen of the France vs. Nigeria fútbol game. Hoping that I was in the right place, I looked to the people ahead of me who were watching intently. “Is this the bus to La Ceiba?” I asked. Rather than being annoyed to be pulled away from the game, they were happy to help, exuding a spirit even warmer than the air. In this strange new place I suddenly felt completely at ease.
A sweet and charming new coworker later showed me around the Centro where there were mangoes the size of your face and carts overflowing with fresh vegetables. The streets were hot, full of life and had a plethora of businesses.
The day-to-day bustle in Honduras has been intriguing to see. Due to the news, the bulk of what Americans understand these days of Honduras is rampant violence, insecurity, and thousands of unaccompanied minors fleeing to cross the US border. However, what the news does not cover is the kind spirit and resilience of the Honduran people. Nor does it show the efforts being made to mitigate negative outcomes and to improve prospects for future generations.