Things move at their own pace in Central America. Trying to fight against the pace of life here is like tilting at windmills or trying to stop the ocean. Which means, sometimes we just have to relax, go to the pool, and forget about our problems for a bit.
Mischa loves the pool. She gets to gaze fondly, teeth just so slightly bared, at the adjacent field where watusas prance and hop, blithely unaware that their lives depend on the knot tied around one of the pool chair legs.
Andrea loves the pool too. So does Steve. And we're usually the only ones there. It might seem crazy but that's Honduras for you. Fozzie does't like it when either of us dive completely underwater. He whines until we surface.
