Alma de Color

So, I've decided to post some of my creative writing on here, like when I started this blog thing. So here is a self portrait I did a while back to introduce myself to a writing group. Enjoy! She sighed the potent sighs of longing and sank against the wall, sweat pouring in rivulets down the side of her face. Crying sobs of a violin flowed in through the window, drawing the soft bow of nostalgia across her core strings. She was alone in this foreign land. It was strange to her, and yet frightfully exciting in the same breath. She hadn't realized how much she missed the music. She left her country to find a new life of rich simplicity, but, in doing so, had forgotten to bring the former part of her self to support the new one as it grew. Weeks without the comfort of threads of notes woven together into a tapestry of music had worn her soul thin. But now, she closed her eyes, listened, and breathed in the spice-laden air of this tierra nueva . She thought of home

We began our “great adventure in the southern regions of the northern hemisphere on the western side of the world” (Sam) early on Friday, the 28 th of December. Sam’s flight was delayed, and mine left first, even though he was told I probably wouldn’t make it out that day due to the snowstorms. We had the rest of our flights together, with little to no layover from Denver to Dallas to San Salvador to San Pedro Sula to La Ceiba. I found it interesting traveling with another person; time went by much more quickly. Honduras is a deeply intriguing country. When we deplaned in La Ceiba, I instantly noticed the air, heavy and rich like a vaporized silk. It was like walking into a rainforest sauna! Howard Pandy, an employee of La Hospital Loma de Luz, and his wife picked us up at the airport, took us to Quiznos to pick up some dinner, and dropped us off at our hotel. We ate and watched TV for a bit before I returned to my room and fell asleep once more