I haven't been home -- I mean home to my legal US residence in about a year and a half. I haven't slept in my own bed, taken a shower in my own shower, cooked on a gas stove using copper core pots and pans in 18 months.
Sure, I'll be in Vegas tomorrow with colleagues and peers from all over the world for a few days, but then I will be off across the country to Virginia where the familiarity of language, friends and work of a different kind is waiting for me before heading south to Florida for a few nights with family and let's not forget -- my Stone Crab fix for the year.
My trip to Virginia has more to it than just going home, eating copious amounts of Asian-inspired food, seeing friends and family. No, this is a trip about moving on. I am going to put my house on the market and who knows what's next?
This is my home when in Tegucigalpa. It's difficult to say anything negative about it other than it could use some love. It's got the most incredible views and waking up and walking into this kitchen is a pretty incredible way to start the day, right? I had a mad shopping spree to try to make the kitchen one that any of us can walk into and use, although most corporate travelers aren't much for cooking so I didn't go nuts. What inspires me about this kitchen are the windows. It needs a small table. For those food bloggers out there, can you imagine the light for photos in here? :)
Speaking of food ... lunch at the Creperie at the mall our office is located in isn't much to write home about, but this Honduran style breakfast-inspired crepe was pretty darn good. I'll go again, but will ask for about 30 seconds less time on the egg.
I took a colleague to Omoa last weekend and we made a stop at the fort. There is always something to see there from another vantage point and this cannon struck me. I suspect this fort is mostly a renovated site, especially when I spotted a few, "original fort" structures, but the artifacts are certainly authentic.
I know these photos are random. I'm getting ready to head to the airport and haven't posted very consistently in the past year or so and know that if I don't get to it now, it's not happening. For a "writer," life sure knows how to get in the way, doesn't it?
In the midst of all this randomness, it's time for me to get ready to fly off to the US. A few days in Vegas for business and then a week at home. I suspect I am going to feel closed in. The places I am so darn lucky to spend my time in Honduras are enormous by comparison and for that I am thankful. Not only for the luxury and comfort, but because it will mean giving up the place I worked so hard to earn the money to buy will not be quite so difficult to give up to someone else. My home and almost all that is inside it's four walls has some kind of sentimental value and that will be the most difficult thing of all to lock the door on.
But life goes on and these are material things, some of which I am going to try to arrange to ship down here, but the rest will be memories and that is the reason taking all these photos and writing is so valuable. If not for others to read, then for me to reflect on at some time in the future.
When I'm here there are things I miss about the US. When I'm in the US there are things I miss about Honduras. On my way out this afternoon I am planning a stop at the famed Baleadas Express. Because I can make a Shrimp Tortilla or a steaming hot pot of Tortilla Soup, but a Baleada is the dish of Honduras and you just can't get it quite the same in Reston, Virginia. A Baleada is a hand-made flour tortilla with any one or more of a number of items. I opt for the Huevos, Frijoles, Chorizo, Manetquilla, Aguacate y Queso. Que rico!
See you in the US!