CHOLOMA
If there is a place I should remember in Honduras it´s Choloma. This is where I spent most of my childhood. On our way to Puerto Cortes I asked my aunt to take me there. When we arrived, we could not figure out the complicated hilly streets that lead to the house where my family lived, and so had to see the house from a distance. It seemed like one of the best in the area with a potential great view of the valley below where we stood. My memories of the place were equally remote. I do remember watching snakes loose their grip on the hillside and go tumbling down. I remember following my big sister to a school below, and walking next to a big river and over the bridge where we currently stood. The town is now heavily populated and vibrant caused by maquiladoras (garment factories) built in the sorrounding areas. The river is a small trickle filled with dirty sewage water. We did not say much, and after a couple of minutes of silence drove on.
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Talking about going back snd finding uot about the place we grew up in. That was very cool you get to see choloma, too bad you didn't get to see the actual house. My memories are vey distant of Choloma, but is is refreshing to hear about your experience.
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