Dad and The Meat Lady in Honduras
When we lived in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, my dad ordered a huge baby blue van to drive the family around. We were no longer small children, but a crowd of eight, fairly large, teens and adults. Trouble was, all the city buses there were blue vans and he hadn’t known that when ordering it from the States before the family arrived in that country. Every morning, bright and very early, everyone piled into that van and drove down a convoluted mountainside, with steep jungle lined cliffs and hairpin... Sign in to see full entry.