singing in the rain

I forgot what it felt like to be cold. Until this weekend. On Friday, after a wonderful Independence Day Parade celebration, we headed up to the mountains that we stare longingly at each day. Buenos Aires (no not the one in Argentina) is a small beautiful mountain town and we stayed in the only place available: the eco-lodge (ecoalberque). The view was incredible. The weather was cool and crisp in the evenings. The walk to the waterfall was long and totally worth it.

As always, surprises loomed around every corner. On the ride back on Sunday, we all piled into the back of a pickup truck that was heading down to Cofradia. Minutes into the ride- a downpour began. We covered our heads with towels already wet from waterfall swims and prepared ourselves for the hour ride down the mountain to Cofradia. We were nine gringos crammed in the back of a pickup truck. Towels on our heads, rain drenching our bags and to be honest, huge smiles on our faces.

Amidst the rain and our cold bodies, we did what any crazy group of Americans would do. We began singing Disney songs. Little Mermaid, Lion King, Aladdin- you name it and we were singing it. We were,of course, a spectacle for all Hondurans passing by. We didn’t care. We were wet and cold and man, we were going to sing. It was amazing.

We arrived in Cofradia an hour later. Still very wet and luckily not very cold because we were greeted by the ridiculous heat and humidity that Cofradia provides daily.

Riding in the back of a pickup truck down a mountain has never been so much fun.