I love the fact that my mom is from this little island off the coast of Honduras, named Guanaja. I fantasized about this place when I was little. I was seven months old the first time that I went, but it wasn't till I was 9 years old that I went again to spend the summer with my Gram.
I remember being told that its a hop, skip and a jump away from the water, I used to imagine in my head what it would be like. When I got there it literally was a hop, skip and a jump away. My grandmothers house was on one of the cays and her home was against the water, you look out the window and there is was. The island has 4 waterfalls and multiple beaches. It is the most beautiful place that I have ever seen. My mom moved to the states after she married my dad.
My grandmother (dad's mom) literally thought that she swung from trees and wore a grass skirt. Which is really funny since my dad is half Honduran himself (his dad's side). It is a culture that I am most proud of, and I hope one day my kids will understand the importance of knowing who they are and where they come from and be proud of it also.
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