Walking is FREE!!!
Who needs a taxi?
Up at the crack of noon and off to explore. Ate mushy bananas and spoke to the vendor who wanted so desperately to practice his English. Had lunch at a small cafeteria (I LOVE plantains... I could eat them every day... oh wait... I am reating them every day... hmmm..) where the woman's daughter (9 years old? AMAZING eyes) watched us from across the room. We are truly strangers in this place. Trekked to the Museo de Mariposa and was instantly disappointed upon entering to see cases and cases of mounted butterflies. I was imagining this scene of being in a greenhouse type place surrounded by swarms of live butterflies. Take my word for it, it would have been a beautiful moment. But Robert Loehman (?)changed my opinion of the place with his fervor and enthusiasm over these creatures. I know more about these insects than ever before.
+Moths have furry bodies and thicker antennae
+There are species of butterflies with fake heads to distract their predators.
+Dragonflies lose their coloring within 24 hours of death.
You know you are fascinated!! The collection we saw was expansive, and not his only one. Apparently he sent a similar collection off to the Smithsonian, and has a smaller collection in his home town of Ohio. Yup, from Ohio, moved here to teach and just stayed. Seeing the butterflies from Ohio, and the butterflies from Honduras, I would have stayed, too.
So yesterday was a day of trekking (hence the title of this blog), trekking to the Central American Spanish School, trekking to the Museo, trekking to the Banana Republic hostel to secure a place to stay over BLIPPING Semana Santa, then trekking to the Expatriates Bar and Grille, the most expensive and least impressive meal we have had thus far. But it was a very Jimmy Buffet fan sort of place (Buffet woul dmost likely be found at a place like The Palm, where we ate the night before), there was even a Buffet book on the book exchange shelf, and there were darts, Miss Pacman, and incredible hulk coloring books for the bambinos. I met some disillusioned teachers who are out in La Ceiba for vacation and wandered home singing "On the Street Where you Live" because there was not a soul around to hear me, and barking at the perros who found me to be an unimpressive chanteuse.
Up at the crack of noon and off to explore. Ate mushy bananas and spoke to the vendor who wanted so desperately to practice his English. Had lunch at a small cafeteria (I LOVE plantains... I could eat them every day... oh wait... I am reating them every day... hmmm..) where the woman's daughter (9 years old? AMAZING eyes) watched us from across the room. We are truly strangers in this place. Trekked to the Museo de Mariposa and was instantly disappointed upon entering to see cases and cases of mounted butterflies. I was imagining this scene of being in a greenhouse type place surrounded by swarms of live butterflies. Take my word for it, it would have been a beautiful moment. But Robert Loehman (?)changed my opinion of the place with his fervor and enthusiasm over these creatures. I know more about these insects than ever before.
+Moths have furry bodies and thicker antennae
+There are species of butterflies with fake heads to distract their predators.
+Dragonflies lose their coloring within 24 hours of death.
You know you are fascinated!! The collection we saw was expansive, and not his only one. Apparently he sent a similar collection off to the Smithsonian, and has a smaller collection in his home town of Ohio. Yup, from Ohio, moved here to teach and just stayed. Seeing the butterflies from Ohio, and the butterflies from Honduras, I would have stayed, too.
So yesterday was a day of trekking (hence the title of this blog), trekking to the Central American Spanish School, trekking to the Museo, trekking to the Banana Republic hostel to secure a place to stay over BLIPPING Semana Santa, then trekking to the Expatriates Bar and Grille, the most expensive and least impressive meal we have had thus far. But it was a very Jimmy Buffet fan sort of place (Buffet woul dmost likely be found at a place like The Palm, where we ate the night before), there was even a Buffet book on the book exchange shelf, and there were darts, Miss Pacman, and incredible hulk coloring books for the bambinos. I met some disillusioned teachers who are out in La Ceiba for vacation and wandered home singing "On the Street Where you Live" because there was not a soul around to hear me, and barking at the perros who found me to be an unimpressive chanteuse.
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