where the streets have no names

Recently I was cruising through my friends’ blogs and one article hit me. Martin, my “roommate” during my stay in Central America, found and article about this part of the world. And it really made my day better than before.

I virtually swallowed every word written on the page and it reminded me of the times 1 year ago, I was able to visualize what the author is talking about and started nodding my head. And I smiled..

Mae, seguro, mae.. Thanks!

The article is here.

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