Hola ViaVia

11/17

Upon our arrival in San Pedro Sula, we decided on a hotel for the night based solely on its offering of a gym.  (Yes Chelsea, it’s good I found someone as crazy as I.  Thank you for the eye roll.)  Needless to say, we woke the next morning to get some exercise in.  We then made it a point to arrive at the bus station an hour ahead of time, and it’s a good thing, for the bus was nearly sold out.  Our assigned seating separated us, seating me next to a kind and chatty young woman who could speak English very well, and poor Barrett next to a pre-madonna who was either on her phone or brushing her hair, or both for the full three hour ride. 

Susette was very kind and helpful.  She offered me a lot of good information about the area and our travels in general.  She is from Copan, and upon arrival, walked us from the bus station into town and showed us where our hostel was.  Travel is great for meeting kind people, but meeting kind people is also so essential for great travel.  Tips and tricks make things run that much more smoothly.

We wandered into ViaVia, which we came to learn is a hostel chain around the world.  Much like the city of Copan it is nestled in, ViaVia is a comfortable but lively establishment.  Nicely polished wood furnishings, a large lounging couch, high stocked bar, and social patio fill its entrance that lead back to its guest rooms.  The young woman that helped us check in, Rosita, was beautiful, with striking eyes, a kind smile, and positive energy that anyone would gravitate to.  We sat with her for about thirty minutes, checking in, booking a day trip for the following day, buying coffee and pre-booking a shuttle for Guatemala, all in Spanish.  It must have been a combination of her speaking quality and her energy, but the information just flowed easily. 

After settling in, we wandered around town for a bit.  The main square is the pinnacle of the town, which radiates out into the land from its center.  We made our way through some souvenir shops and to the opposite end of town in search of some ‘authentic’ food requested by Barrett, who went on to get a quesadilla- very authentic.

But I was even more pathetic that evening, falling asleep by about 7:30 while a party raged in the socializing area just outside our room.  Good thing Barrett was a little livelier.  He took advantage of the evening, was able to make some acquaintances and gain some tips for our future stops.