Letter to my 10 year old self

So, you're in Honduras and you're not digging it so much. No hot running water, no dishwasher, or washing machine. Good thing you're 10 and easily amused because all you've got is bottle caps to flatten with rocks to play with like marbles. When it rains make paper boats to float in the puddles outside the front door and at night tap tap tap your fingers on your pillow along with the rain tap tap taping on the tin roof. On the hot days try wetting the sidewalk that runs along the 'pila' and rub soap all over it to slide on, that's the sidewalk for it. Make friends with all the geckos and ants that roam around your living quarters because those are the only friends you'll have that you wont have to speak Spanish to. Submerge yourself in the culture because one day you'll fall in love with this place through the memories you create here. Soak up all the poverty, soak up the religion, soak up the family, and soak up anything that catches your eye. I promise, you will thank me.