Finally, the long-promised post about Erandique. Philip and I went back for a long weekend in November, as I obviously couldn’t miss seeing my Honduran hometown. Our time there was mostly spent in meandering about town, visiting old friends and old haunts and remembering the slow pace of life there- not much to write about, but full of good memories for me. I thought my fellow gringachos might like a few pictures to peruse.

We went past the clinic on our way to town since we were carrying a load of meds, which worked out nicely since I definitely wanted to see it in action, as well as visit the spot on the side of the mountain where Isaac is remembered.

I’m glad to see it well taken care of, even with those of us who loved him far away now.

My beloved pharmacy is still in action, with faithful Adeli taking care of it. Nothing beats the smell of a pharmacy, I’m telling you. Maybe somebody could make a candle that smells like ibuprofen?

Daneri’s restaurant was our go-to for meals, and her food was simple and delicious, as always.

We waded through the market and found our friend Lela selling arroz con leche. We sat on the little wooden bench, sipping the hot milky rice and catching up on each others’ lives before planting ourselves on the park bench with a bag of lychee fruit to people watch.

My highlight of the trip was seeing our old friend Arturo and meeting his wife Leisy and their adorable baby. Philip and I trotted about the town, trying to find the spices to make the American spaghetti that Arturo fondly remembered from our house, then we gathered in their kitchen, showing Leisy how to make it for future days. The food was good, the conversation even better. There’s nothing like old friends with whom you can pick up right where you left off.

My time there was too short, and there were a lot more people I would have liked to see, but it was lovely while it lasted.