My Choluteca
Choluteca is a city in Honduras. Now you know at least one city in Honduras. How many of you know what the capitol of Honduras is? I’ll give you even more points if you know how to pronounce it correctly, because it is a mouthful. Tegucigalpa. We never made it to the capitol, but the two days we have spent here in Choluteca just leave me wanting more of Honduras.
When we crossed into Honduras we were really expecting the worse, but we have only been pleasantly surprised since we’ve been here. Choluteca has such a lively center. And the church and old town are beautiful and honestly charming. Once the sun sets I’d advise staying close to your hotel room, but that is the case in a lot of Central American cities. With little kids we don’t venture far from “home” at night anyway, so it isn’t any sort of imposition at all for us.
We’ve turned heads like never before here. Women of all ages have been real suckers for our two blue-eyed boys in all of Latin America, but we’re drawing attention to even the men. Yesterday when we were walking through town I remember we passed a billiard hall where about 10 men were sitting on a window ledge. As we walked by at least 8 of them turned around to stare at us. But it doesn’t stop there. William and Julian showed interest in a woman selling sweet tamales on the street. We were planning on eating dinner later so we told them we wouldn’t buy any right then. But the woman insisted on giving them each a tamale. Matthias asked how much we should pay, but they refused. They were gifts for our beautiful boys.
Choluteca is also very hot. During the hottest part of the day the temperature was around 103º F (40º C). This kind of heat sends Seattleites into a frenzied tailspin. But here, life seems to have the requisite pace to deal with that kind of heat on a regular basis. Everything moves slowly, and even the street vendors don’t bother you with aggressive sales techniques. It is just too dang hot to exert that much energy.
We also found a nice Comedor (eatery) where we had most of our meals. The menu isn’t complicated – there is only one thing on it each day. They only thing you specify is how many plates you want. Most of the meals were traditional for this area: beans, eggs, tortillas, meat for dinner and fried plantains for breakfast. They were substantial, filling, tasty meals, and each plate only cost around 2 dollars.
We didn’t do much other than eat, sleep, check out the city and spend time at the playground. But the slow-placed, friendly atmosphere pleased us so well we spent an extra night there. Choluteca doesn’t have any “sights.” Other than the surrounding beautiful countryside there wasn’t much of interests to tourists, other than regular Honduran life. We most likely won’t be traveling back to Honduras on the rest of our trip, and we think that is kind of unfortunate. If this is just a sampling of what a lot of Honduras is like, I think this country is worth visiting and I’m sorry we won’t get to see more of it.
Tags: Honduras, Honduras Nicaragua, Markets, Tamales
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