The name of the capital of Honduras doesn't roll off the tongue easily. Tegucigalpa is where we awoke this morning and will for the next two days. Nothing much moves on Good Friday, so we have reluctantly settled in here for a while. It was interesting enough today. In fact, we saw a bit of the city when taking a taxi to purchase bus tickets to Nicaragua. When we learned things shut up at around noon today, we rushed over to the Tica Bus terminal to buy passage to Managua on Saturday morning at 9:00 am.
Being in this city has rather cosmic connections for me. Almost exactly thirty years ago, I got an acceptance letter into the US Peace Corps. It said that I'd been selected to teach in a program in British Honduras. Yet, one week prior to that I had taken up a teaching position in the country of Kuwait. How different my life would have been if the offers had come the other way round! Today, I wondered if I was meeting people I might have if I had arrived in 1981.
