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Upon
arrival in San Pedro Sula, Susan hustled them out to the Copantl (a local
'country club' that we are members at) for poolside fancy drinks as a welcome
to the country. We enjoyed Arab food that evening, and spent some time
just showing them around the town.
The next day, they went for a quick day trip to the fortress at Omoa. Lunch was seafood at the beach, and the sand and surf were just appetizers of what was coming later.
With
the dawning of the weekend, we headed out on our first major trip: to the
ruins at Copan. They had rented a truck, and so we caravaned together across
country. Our Isuzu struggled through the hills (she's in dire need of a
full-blown engine overhaul), but got us there in one piece. We arrived
in the afternoon - early enough to grab a lunch at our favorite Copan resturant,
the Tunkul. The kids played with Lenora, the parrot, while we planned our
attack for the next few days.
After lunch, Mark and Jennifer went through
the main museum at the ruins, while Dave and Susan played with the kids
on the grounds outside. Dave ended up buying a fairly large stela from
one of the vendors stationed just outside the main gate. We all met up
around 4 and headed back into town to arrange for getting to our hacienda.
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