Sensing Honduras

My  six year old niece was assigned the task of writing a five senses poem, and it got me thinking about how I've been experiencing Honduras through my senses.  Here's my attempt at poetry:

Honduras smells like plantains frying, tortillas toasting, and fires smoking.
It sounds like dogs barking, children playing, and horns honking.
Honduras looks like flowers blooming, traffic jamming, and people working.
It feels like warm sunshine, cool breezes, and heartfelt hugs.