Day 5: Tela Beach

So, today we all packed up at 8 o'clock to travel to Tela beach, which is about an hour west of our town. I was thoroughly excited on the way there, like a kid at Christmas time. A real Central American Beach, my heart could barely contain itself.

We arrived and it was so much more than I had imagined.

There was a wonderfully worn down pier with old railroad tracks that extended inot the sea, which Vicky and I jumped off of. And there were loads of old wooden canoes painted in beautiful, rich colors washed up on the shore amidst the palm groves. And there were horses... HORSES... bathing in the ocean water.

Everyday I see a little more that this is seriously my idea of paradise.