My trip to Honduras - My Family Travels

I was recently given the opportunity to take the trip of a lifetime. In April 2006, I traveled to Honduras where my ancestors and family lived. During this trip I learned about the history of my family, facts about the country, how my dad grew up, more about him, and what its like to live in a third world country.


Upon my arrival, we went to an annual Easter celebration in a neighboring town. Driving there was a big shock to me. It was hard for me to believe the conditions in which these people lived.

There were families of six living in shacks the size of my room. In one town, Amapalo, I witnessed a lifestyle that I would never forget. The houses were a little bigger then my room, but the air inside was suffocating.

It was hard for me to breathe. They did laundry on rocks in their backyard, while their bathroom was a hole in the ground with a sheet around it. And what fazed me the most was how content they were with their life.

They were making the best out of a bad situation. The children there were some of the most beautiful people I have ever seen. Despite their dirty bodies, and crooked teeth, they had an inner beauty that you could feel and fell in love with.

The people in Honduras were some of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. They welcomed strangers into their houses and fed them like their own family. They did everything possible to make you feel comfortable and welcomed.

If something was wrong, they tried their best to fix it to your preference. On this trip, I met a cousin my age. She was my friend throughout the whole trip and helped me to understand their lifestyles and customs.

She helped me to learn that despite not being able to speak the language fluently, I was still capable of communicating and creating friendships that would last a lifetime. This trip has forever been embedded in my head. It has changed the way I look at life, and has helped me grow to appreciate all the things that I once took for granted.

I got the chance to live the life of a true Hondurian. I slept in their beds, I ate their food, I walked their streets, I listened to their music, I danced their dances, I lived their life.

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