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Hawaii is not overrated. 

I stretched out on my sarong to avoid the sand, drenching the light fabric with warm ocean water dripping from my hair. That’s how you do it: soak in the sun, run into the waves, and lay out til you’re dry and hot again. I slipped on my Ray Bans and looked out to wave at D, my dreamboat playdate. He was tall, tan and handsome, just another local surfer dude (okay maybe a psychiatrist) with a million dollar smile and eager to make the most of our time together. It was another beach day in Hawaii, and I was…

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In case anyone is wondering how I’m getting on in Honduras…

I’m laying on my bunk bed, listening to the rain outside the open screened windows and wondering what I’ll have to cook myself for dinner, if the electricity doesn’t go out again. Out the front door is a small gravel/dirt road, scattered with ditches and house poo. Small cement houses line the street, some are colorful but all have gates and barbed wires over the property. Chickens run free, as well as stray cats an dogs. Beyond the balcony of the volunteer house is the beach of El Porvenir-a shabby looking beach with lots of abandoned shoes and random fishermen…

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