Frases De Honduras Novels & Stories

Trevor gives me a look as we scour the Honduran streets looking for some poor devil we can steal a car from. "Do you think he's crazy?" he asks me in English, and I nod. We have had to leave Italian in Italy because nobody here knows how to speak our language. "I thought that had been made clear since we arrived." I see a flat truck, it looks like one of the newest with respect to Honduras. We approach making sure no one is looking at us. There are passersby and this means that we must do it secretly. Luckily Trevor knows how to drive so each one goes on the side that has to go up. I look to the sides as I run the toothpick through and play with them until I see the knob pop.

Ace blurts out. "¡Hijueputa! ¡Doble hijueputa! ¡Triple hijueputa! ¡Culicagado! ¡Pirobo! ¡Gueva!" I scream out a slew of Colombian curse words meaning anything from mother f*cker to brat. I was so frustrated that I had seemingly transitioned into my mother tongue to swear my head off. I couldn't believe it. She had done it again. But this time, she had not only gotten past my men but also a top-of-the-line security system.

“It’s kind of the national drink of Costa Rica.” “And pura vida? What’s that mean?” “The direct translation is pure life,” Joemar explained while scooping up some ceviche with a cracker. “But it kind of encapsulates the vibe of the entire country. Costa Ricans are often called the happiest people on earth.” I looked around. “I don’t know about that. San Jose seems… kind of poor.” Joemar raised the second glass of chiliguaro. “There’s more to life than money.”

“So . . . Honduras. I’ve never been to that part of the world.” She sighed—with too much drama, I thought. “It’s amazingly beautiful. Lush. Mysterious. And the people . . . they’re wonderful. Good-natured, interesting. Remember that village, San Viegro, Dianna? We called it San Viagra because of all the horny old men. Remember the twins—” She stopped, staring at Ritter, pretending to realize she’d broached the taboo. And making me wonder in the process just where the hell she was going with this freelance shit. Was it sport for her?