Hondo Soccer

This time last year my Brother Kyle and I were involved in some heated international soccer competition in the village of Mocoron, Honduras. Our field was a rocky sandy, grassy, muddy, shore next to a river. It was covered with fresh shavings from a newly carved dugout canoe. The river wasn’t out of bounds. Soccer balls float and as long as the ball wasn’t in danger of washing down stream in the deeper currents it was playable. At random, the kids would all stop play and dive into the river.

It’s easy to see why the world loves soccer.