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I can pretend to write an informed post about what I did in Leon, Nicaragua. I mean, I did walk around town a bit and visit an awesome art museum. But, really, I am just going to talk about the kittens at my hostel. Because my hostel had kittens. Three of them. And two cats. And they lived in my room. And sometimes I would come back and find one of them playing in my backpack. Or on my bed. And I really wanted to take them with me when I left. Because I have become a crazy travel cat...

I shouldn't have left Lago de Yajoa. I loved it there for the beauty, for the nature. I could have got lost there for a bit longer. But I kind of also wanted to see more of Honduras. But, the only other place people seemed to talk about were the Bay Islands, and they were meant to be good for diving, something I have yet to want to motivate myself to try. (After all, I'm still struggling with getting used to this whole snorkeling thing.) I considered strongly skipping the Bay Islands altogether, but I also figured there had to...

Sometimes I feel a bit jaded when it comes to travel. I see amazing things every day but then the amazingness turns to mundane. Places I go don't live up to the image I have in my head or to places I've already been. I forget to appreciate things for what they are. I forget to appreciate this amazing life I've been able to forge for myself. After hitching a ride from Copan to San Pedro Sula and grabbing a chicken bus on which a man questioned why a girl who barely speaks Spanish was traveling alone in Honduras, I checked...

Copan, Honduras is best known for it's mass of Mayan ruins. I wandered the grounds one morning with some new friends and we opted against a tour guide so that we could explore at our own pace. Throughout the day I decided to play tour guide, offering up the multitude of knowledge that can only come from looking around, reading signs, and making shit up. Here are some facts about the Mayan ruins of Copan that you should probably know...

I had meant to spend two, maybe three, nights in Copan, Honduras. Instead, I ended up spending six. The first two were comprised of necessity: a night of rest (though, really, drinking) after a 4am bus ride, a day to explore the nearby ruins. The next three were because I'd found a few new friends who really liked and I had no desire to leave them. And the sixth, because I was struck with food poisoning and couldn't bring myself to get on the 7am bus I needed to take....

"Welcome to Africa," a man said as we piled off the boat from Rio Dulce and entered Livingston, a Guatemalan town known for it's Garifuna culture. But, you wouldn't really know it unless you were told. The town is comprised, mostly, of two touristy streets with a couple of empty restaurants offering overpriced seafood (though my tapado - a local coconut-based seafood soup - was amazingly delicious and contained a whole fish, a crab, several shrimp, and somethings in shells) and no real culture to take in at all. While watching a Mother's Day event (they seem to go very...

Roger Ebert, a famous American movie critic, recently passed away. I was sitting on my couch in Antigua when I read the news, and his final blog post, and I started to cry. When Mildred, one of the girls who worked at my student house, asked me "¿Qué pasa?" I had to explain, in broken Spanglish, who he was and that he had died. I don't usually get emotional when celebrities pass. But Roger Ebert was a truly talented person: someone who earned whatever fame he had. He was also the subject one of my very few celebrity encounters: in college...

I hadn't exactly planned on going fishing in Caye Caulker. But, when a vivacious Dutch girl I'd just befriended drunkenly stammered across the table, "I'm going to catch a fish tomorrow! Valerie, do you want to catch a fish?" really the only thing to do was drunkenly yell back "Yes! I want to catch a fish tomorrow!" One of the guys I'd met earlier in the day on our snorkeling trip was trying to organize the excursion. The problem was that now eight people were interested in going and most of the outings capped off at four. He wasn't having any...

I wish I could say I was fearless. But that is far from the truth. You've probably noticed that I'm afraid of a lot of things. Pretty much everything, actually. But, truthfully, most of these fears congregate over two main themes: a fear of heights and a fear of being under water. I try my damnedest to push myself past them. Sometimes it ends up working out for the best. Sometimes the worst. And sometimes I just can't push myself over that hump. But hey, I try. I just can't help it that while in a body of water I imagine...

Sometimes the world seems so small. Like when you're standing on a dock at night, wind whipping past your skin, looking out over the horizon. And the edge looks so close. Like you could just reach out your hand and slice your finger on it. Or jump into the water and let the current take you to the end of the world. Or when you're hating a place, like Caye Caulker. Because you just don't get it. It's small. And kind of boring. And there is no beach, just a "split" where everyone hangs out by day. And no real nightlife. And...