Dear Honduras:
Within your borders, the sky looks bluer and the air feels lighter — to my eyes at least. Maybe my judgement is clouded by love?
Oh how I already miss nightly sitting on the balcony watching the sky slowly turn from bluer-than-blue to a colorful display of purple and pink to an endless expanse of twinkling stars.
I learned so much in our two months together. I learned more about who the Lord is and who He says I am. I learned how to do things with God and not just for him. I learned how to face all emotions head on, not just dealing with the ones that are easy and feel good. I learned what deep contentment feels like and how to walk fully in the peace that comes with it.
I learned how to deeply love and be loved. I fell in love with your views, your people, your culture. From the mountains that scatter across the skyline to the clouds that cover their tips. Every store owner and coffee shop barista that I came into contact with (shout out to Corsair Coffee Shop and all the workers there for bomb Nutella lattes and wifi). Hogar Los Angeles: the special needs orphanage where I spent 30 hours every week falling deeper in love with each and every resident and worker. The fireworks [that scared me half to death] booming at midnight that mark the New Year. Bonfires and raw tamales. Boris, Samson, and Molly – our three dogs that try to eat matches, jump at the stars, and poop on our clothes. David and Scarleth – our wonderful hosts that did everything in their power to make us feel at home. Scarleth’s amazing family that has adopted us. Yolanda, our cook, who makes a killer salsa and loves to laugh often. Honduras, I left a huge piece of my heart within your borders.
How has our 2 months together already come to an end? I never expected to fall so deeply in love with you. Before stepping foot on your soil, I barely even gave you a second thought. Now, having to say goodbye is heartbreaking. I know in the bottom of my soul that this is not goodbye, simply a see you later. Whether it be in 1 year, 5 years, or 10, we will be reunited.
Hasta Luego, Honduras
Kayli
