Trying to Leave

It was a typical Honduran moment when things that should be normal fall apart with that crashing, crushing feeling that perhaps you really should just go back to bed and start the whole day over tomorrow.

Friday I wanted to go to Nicaragua for the long weekend. I wanted to take a shower and catch the bus at the gas station just up the road from us. There was a scorpion in the shower and the bus passed me by without so much as a glance in my direction as I attempted to wave him down with my already purchased bus ticket.

5 hours later I did manage another bus, and ten hours after that I sat at the Pacific and drank a cold beer. The next morning I had coffee roasted on site with bagel in hand, the warm sun already making me lazy, the steady gossip of old acquaintances welcoming me back, and another scorpion in the bathroom. I really do think he's following me.