Looking at these photos really made me miss Honduras. Those last two of Lago de Yojoa I took through the window of a bus, on my way from Tegucigalpa all the way to San Pedro Sula. I don’t miss that particular big smelly bus, but rather the conversations in halting Spanish (I’d only been in Honduras a couple of months then), the beautiful views, the kind people watching out for the dumb gringa in their midst, and the sense of purposeful adventure and a good God taking care of me.
Ah, but I don’t have to miss that last one. He’s still caring for me every day!