I’m working from the front porch of a little pulpería (snack shop) in San Marcos, Honduras. There are flies, mosquitos, sodas, and american 80’s songs playing on the radio. Perfect environment for writing software. I love my job.
Here’s my ride this morning. I get to help translate and explain medications for a medical mission in Jijua, a small village near Copan, Honduras.
I’m working today at a little cafe located in Santa Rosa de Copan, Honduras. The coffee here is delicious and the Internet is fast. Time to crank out some software.
Poverty, hunger, need, pain…. windmills from outer space. One of these things is not like the other.
I just ran over a toilette in the dump. How many people can say that?