The little things

It´s 3am, I´m two hours into my 10-hour trip to Tegucigalpa to meet my buddy Jon at the airport for his one-week Honduran vacation. The old school bus I´m riding in just started hitting the big bumps and the lady next to me handed me her two-year old to hold for the rest of the ride while she takes care of her four other kids. I realize that I will sleep no more and am about to become cranky. And then suddenly, the radio station, after playing 10 straight merengue songs, switches to 15 minutes of ¨Piano Man¨, ¨Hotel California¨, and ¨Time After Time¨. Thank you Mr. DJ. I needed some America.

--rahul