Luz Mila grew up in a place that has no name. She grew up in a place of beauty, on the top of a mountain that looks out over the tropical rainforest of Honduras, out to the ocean and beyond. It’s a place that anyone who visits is overwhelmed by the remoteness and beauty of, not that there are many visitors. She grew up in a place where the closest neighbour is over an hour walk away, and the closest town, over three. There are no cars, no bikes, no transportation except for your own two legs. She used hers often, every day, walking for hours on end to attend the school that she knew was her ticket out of the poverty she was born into, but always returning home at the end of the day to her dirt floor, mud and stick walled house. Her home. Read The Full Article

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