We continued to feel out of place in Finca Ixobel: A coherent family in a fancy Porsche on a bigger than life adventure, compared to a facility that targeted backpackers & bare bones travelers on nature quests – We speculate that we represented the life style that the other hotel guests were escaping from. It certainly was cheap: 2 tree houses for a night, dinner & breakfast for 4 for $100. The food was on the good & plenty side rather than the exotic wild fare we hoped for. The heavy rain on the corrugated metal roof of the tree house was very soothing. Everyone asked for hot running water and adequate electricity in the next habitation.
The discussion on the drive to Honduras was full of observations and speculation on the way of things here over the last 2300 years. Countryside, small village and town life rolled before us: My favorite has been when the main highway runs through the center of these towns and their markets.
Men and women have been awe struck by Anisa’s exotic beauty & bearing, as well as by 
The border crossing to Copan took 1 hour and had less chaos than the larger crossings. This wasn’t the distasteful type where I need a shower afterwards. Copan is a lively town in a sheltered valley like that of Cuernavaca – the"city of eternal spring". The 10 room hotel is lovely with an excellent restaurant. I had a long visit with Jorge who is of Syrian extraction on the Arab diaspora in Honduras. Our archeologist guide for tomorrow will meet us a 9.
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