Unsure of what exactly to do, I unfolded the note and read it slowly.
Twice for good measure.
And to give me enough time to contemplate my response to such a friendly…
…Yet very sketchy offer.
I then engaged him in my first official conversation in Spanish in the beautiful, little country of Honduras.
It was rather lacking to say the least.
And was mainly comprised of unconjugated verbs and mispronounced nouns on my part.
Never-the-less, it was a grand beginning to a day slap- full of conversations of similar character and depth.
I’m sure Senor Jose Hernon Mejia Zelaya only meant the best.
I shall forevermore remember his smiling face disappearing through the customs gate in a hot Honduran airport.
Adios mi amigo!