Louisa

Food packs had run out. Suddenly, the soldiers were beating on the pickup roof, yelling, "e;Go! Go!"e; Louises passenger door opened, and the white blur of the sister flew inside shouting, "e;Rapido! Rapido!"e; From out of the jungle, the men came toward them, long sharp machetes in their hands. She started the pickup; it died-twice.Louise had come to Honduras to teach for one year in a mission school on the primitive and dangerous North Coast. The one year became seventeen. She learned to live with razor-sharp machetes and guns; dealt with robbers, insects and coral snakes; survived the devastating 1998 hurricane; and endured the unrelenting, intense tropical heat.In the midst of it all, he was there-the tall, handsome mariachi from the mountains, who became her devoted protector against the many untold dangers of this beautiful but alien paradise.