A country people don't know enough about

My story starts in a long and hot day of April. Well, it actually starts a year before, when I decided to apply for a scholarship that would have sent me to Honduras for the following year of my life. When I applied, I was nervous, and I was 16. I was pretty young. I am still pretty young, actually. I am just 18 now, but through that year I think I have grown up a lot. But let’s go back: I had been chosen for that scholarship, and I left Italy to spend a year as a common Honduran adolescent.
Now, I could start writing about how great, and full of challenges, has my experience been, but I’d rather keep my focus on the greatest place I have ever visited. I am not talking about the most beautiful beach you will ever see in your life or the greatest monument you have ever visited, I am just going to write about the strangest place I have ever been in.
But let’s give things a chronological order: as a travel, adventure, and freedom lover, I decided to leave the great and dangerous continental Honduras to reach one of the smallest and less tourist island existing: Utila.
Leaving the land, facing the Caribbean Sea with that kind-of-a-boat was the first clue that made me understand that was going to be a not-so-usual journey. Talking about the island, it is like finding yourself back in the past, in an unusual and catching bohemian atmosphere. After a few days spent admiring how genuine and out of any stereotype that little “time machine” was, I decided it was time to explore the island as it deserved: I rent a bike and I escape, again, from time; space and maybe from my life. I went up, and than down, there were no paths, but just trees, birds, the sky and me. I am not going to tell you where I was, because I still do not know it. But I think that place was called Freedom. I must keep it alive in my mind, and in my heart, because I do not think I am going to find that place again. I had left the Moral Duty Road behind me, crossing the Social Obligations Avenue, to reach My Place. And I swear I have found it, lost in the middle of that nacre, guided by the Sun and protected by the blue sky. It is a place that I’d better find again, and you’d also better do it. That is where I left my heart dancing in the only paved road you will find, surrounded by just a few people, a few friends and a typical Caribbean music that seemed everywhere on the island. I know you’ll be able to find Freedom, dear reader, Utila is not that big... Or maybe, Utila is easily Freedom...