KRISTEN RADTKE writes:
At five a.m. tomorrow we will fold our discoveries and experiences into our packs and pull the straps around our backs as we leave Roatan. For home.
Leaving the island is like waking up from a dream, dense with foliage and lizards scurrying across paths, surrounded by an ocean filled with coral, stingrays, and clown fish. The return home will be long, 18 hours in transit, and I’m leaving with a plethora of nostalgia, a resistance to re-enter the world of sub-zero temperatures, and an excitement to return to the people and places I know so well and love so much.
Due to unfortunate lack of internet access through much of the trip, I have not documented it here as thoroughly as I had hoped, but I'll have much more to say about how Honduras has changed me once I leave the country of friendly slowness, of taking my time to breathe deeply and enter the city of delayed public transportation and frustrated shivering commuters. It’s astounding to me the way I have grown to love such different places and see myself reflected so much in both.