22 January. 2008
It's the stuff movies are made of. Real adventures are rarely planned that way, so much as they simply materialize. This morning we were ready for Henry's shuttle service to take us to Guatemala City to Copan where we would tour Livingston and the Rio Dulce. Instead, we are on a detour rout and 2 chicken buses later into Omoa. OMOA! Somehow we connected with Leo and Love, the two best-looking Americans in San Pedro- and I daresay in General. 6'4" and built like linebackers with the faces of models, these two were literal head-turners. LITERALLY. And now we're all sharing a room in Omoa. Every time I see Leo roll over, shirtless in his bed, I keep thinking I must have stumbled into someone else's fantasy. But no. It's my life. And it's for real. My mom would be so proud.