Time warp; on Honduras, from Guatemala

Hey Everyone,
So I know it´s been a while since I last wrote. Soooo much has happened that I´m sure I´ll forget some vital things, but I´ll try to fill you in. Flashback to Nicaragua. When we left Ometepe, we headed to Granada, Nicaragua. This wasn´t as easy as it should have been, as some bus people were trying to scam us into getting on the wrong bus, so that we would have to pay twice as much and go twice as long to get to Granada. To make a long story short I had a giant arguement with the bus driver in Spanish which involved me cussing him out, and we finally got our bags back from underneath the bus, and got back on the right track. When we first got there it was raining so hard that water was squirting up like fountains from the manholes in the street.
We stayed at a place called the Oasis, and met some German girls who we kept running into. They were some of the only travelers at the hostal, because it was full of a boarding school class of boys who were shipped off to Costa Rica from the states. They were obnoxious to say the least.
We just relaxed for much of our time in Granada, but eventually the rain cleared up a bit and we were able to do a canopy tour, which was an absolute blast! We had so much fun! It was 16zipline platforms down the side of Volcan Mombacho. Absolutely gorgeous, and a total adreneline rush as well!
We left Granada and spent one mildly creepy night in the ghetto of Managua, less than a block away from the Tica Bus station. When we walked down the street, the children would say ¨Goodbye¨ to us... which was a little scary.
We had to be up for the bus to San Pedro Sula at 3 am, and we didn´t arrive there until about 7 that night. It was a long bus ride, and somehow Lindsay forgot that she had no cash, and I had just a little as I don´t like to travel with much. I had to pay for both of us to cross the border, which left us with no food for the entirety of the day. Frozen from the airconditioning and nearly starving, we arrived at Hostal Tamarindo, dropped off our bags, and went in seach of food.
We found the most amazing creation known to man, the Baleada. This Honduran delight is a thick flour tortilla covered in everything you could want in it, and folded in half. Sooooooo delish.
We spent a couple of days in San Pedro Sula recovering, before we headed of to Tela, on the northen Carribbean coast of Honduras.
Tela was a cute beachside town with an abundance of seafood. Though it was dead as far as tourists, it was still fairly expensive, which was mildly frustrating. We tried to hike to a Garifuna village down the beach one afternoon, but it was incredibly poluted. The beach was covered in trash and dead fish and birds. We walked about 3k and the village was in sight, but we hit a river that was running black with polution and sewage, and we just couldn´t bring ourselves to swim across it, especially with our legs covered in mosquito bites, so we had to turn back. We learned that the polution was from a huge tropical storm that hit Honduras and washed it all up onto the beach and flooded where they had been dumping. Which explained the miles of flooded farm land, and the miles of tent cities that were built up in the 10 foot span of grass as the freeway devider. While we were in Tela I got really sick, and we ended up having to stay an extra day, because I was in such bad shape I couldn´t do the bus ride to Copan Ruinas.
Eventually we made it to Copan Ruinas. It was absolutely breathtaking there in the coffee farming highlands. Lush and green, and quite chilly we found out.
We went to a butterfly farm while we were there, which was quite fantastic! We also explored the Copan ruins sight just outside of town. It was fantastic, and we were some of the only people there! Such a nice change from the Yucatan on Spring Break! We also did a fantastic tour of Finca Cisne, an all day long affair with horseback riding, tours of coffee and cardamom processing plants and fields, a big family lunch, and hotsprings in the early evening. It was one of the most fantastic days we´ve had here so far, and we absolutely loved the whole experience. My horses name was Rubio, and he was used to being ridden by the tour guide, so he was always racing to be in the lead, which was quite exciting for me!
Now we´re in Guatemala, and tomorrow we go explore the ruins of Tikal! I can´t believe there are only 11 days of this adventure left! So surreal! I´m not ready for it to be over yet!