"The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits."

- Einstein

So much to write about, but seeing as to how I'm getting started about midnight I guess I'll keep it short. Since the last time I posted:

we roasted marshmallows on an active volcano outside of Antigua, swam through caves and climbed/jumped down waterfalls in Semuc Champey, found Dr. Pepper in Flores, and climbed up the Mayan Ruins of Tekal (you might recognize the temple in the below picture as it featured in the 1st star wars movie) in Guatemala;

we drove all the way across Belize, kicked it for a night and half a day in Dangriga the biggest city in souther Belize (with all of 15,000 people), drove 3 British med-students down the road in our convertible, boated across some water to Placencia were we kicked it on the beach for a day, failed in an attempt to sell our car, failed in an attempt to get the car on a cargo boat bound for Honduras, then drove back across Belize into Guatemela and down into Honduras;

In Honduras we found an English speaking church in San Pedro Sura where we ran into my friend Joel Michels (who I mistakenly believed was working in Ecuador not Honduras), hung with him for a couple days and got to check out his work (with my former employer, who I hear we aren't supposed to name on blogs anymore?), saw Iron Man, ate at Pizza Hut, Dunkin Donuts, Burger King, Wendy's and then moved on to the Copan Ruins. There we did a canopy tour (ziplines!!!! see Jon below), checked out the ruins and went to a bird Sanctuary.

Then we met up with my Taylor friend Jen Walsh in the capital, where her and her roommates have been hosting us. Saturday morning four of us took off for El Salvador, drove all the way to the capital (about 8 hours with the border crossing), and enjoyed the city (museum, botanical gardens, cathedral, pizza hut, etc...) before turning around and heading back the next day. At which point we ran into some trouble. 

It took us two hours to cross the border (by the way the term "Banana Republic" was coined for Honduras) and when we finally got through all the gas stations were closed for the night. We had been waiting to get back to Honduras to fill up because of better prices, so we were left with very little gas to make the trip home. So I burned as little gas as possible, coasting down hills and drafting off of cars in front (to cut down wind-resistance). After driving with the warning light on for an hour we finally coasted into a gas station that looked open. Only it wasn't, and the car wouldn't restart once it was off. Fortunately it turned out we were at the gas station closest to our destination and we parked the car and a five minute walk had us safe in bed. Note the pictures above. 

I guess that works for now. I'll write some more philosophical offering soon I think.