It’s been almost exactly a month since we finally departed Hawaii for Honduras. It feels likes months. Ironically our family in Hawaii says it feels like it it’s only been a week. Things move slower here. Especially the traffic.
We live in a tiny farm house that is maybe 400 square feet.
It came with its own Honduran washer and dryer.
The neighbors are friendly and mostly quiet. Except for the chickens of course. But we are from Kauai and therefore immune to the sound of chickens.