When we were in Honduras this Summer, we went on an old yellow school bus to visit a friend’s house. The bus was so packed with people that some of us had to stand up. The mountain road was bumpy, and the bus swayed from side to side. When we went uphill it was so slow that I wasn’t sure we would make it. But when we went downhill it was so fast that I thought we might fall off the mountain.
When we got to our friend’s house we ate rice and beans for lunch, which is one of my favorite meals. After lunch we played hide-and-go-seek with their four children and climbed a guava tree that had branches that were spread-out and good for climbing.
After lunch my family walked down to the Congrejal River, which was behind their house. The river had strong rapids, and there was a rock in the middle where the water was deep. We tried to cross to the rock, but the current was strong we could barely make it. Mama and Aunt Corrie had to help us get back to the shore safely.
The shore of the river was filled with rocks the size of golf-balls. We gathered some bags of different-colored rocks to bring back home with us.
**** Guest Post by BRO ****
No comments:
Post a Comment