Saturday, September 29, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
dia del maestro
My darling 6th graders look so well behaved here. Too bad they can't always be this way!
The teachers are playing musical chairs. Why am I not there? My sorry self was knocked out right away. Pathetic.
The kids wanted to show off their punta moves to everyone. Then they wanted the gringita to show off her moves (not photographed!).
Friday, September 21, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
time after time
-Eating ripe mangoes until I’m sick to my stomach and never regretting it.
-Whole pineapples for 25 cents.
-Saying hello to everyone on the street.
-Not living my life by a schedule.
-Having kids scream my name on the street.
-Not constantly worrying about money.
-Saying (and hearing) “Eat well!” when I see someone eating (or am eating).
-The novelty of finding Cheerios in the supermarket.
-Dedicated teachers that are so talented despite having few resources.
-The novelty of sandwiches.
-My wonderful, funny and intelligent 6th graders.
-Crazy dances, festivals for the sake of celebration, and the necessity of having a Queen for every event.
-Walking out of my house and seeing gorgeous mountains, banana trees, charming colorful houses with Spanish tiles, and butterflies everywhere.
-Letting email and text messaging be a novelty rather than a necessity.
-Talking to complete strangers about anything.
-Being able to let my guard down. I hope I can take that one home with me.
Brayan is just too cute in his flag bearer outfit. Too cute.
The night of the 14th. The grade school & colegio march up the main road at night with homemade torches screaming "Viva Honduras!" (or Viva Cati!, when they passed my house)
Of course, a parade wouldn't be complete without some interference from livestock.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
recap: la usa (ooh-sa)
My first week home was laid back, lunch with friends, dinner with the girls, phone calls to people I haven’t spoken to in awhile. I went to Las Vegas for 3 days to see my high school friend (and cynical soulmate) Jon get married and enjoy Vegas now that I’m over 21. After a scary flight back (I’m sorry, but it is scary when the pilot requests flight attendants to sit down), my second week was spent showing a friend around Chicago. Cubs game (they won!), bar crawl afterward, bike ride along Lake Michigan, jibarito sandwiches, Giordano’s Pizza, Goose Island Brewery…fun times.
I’m back in Honduras now and the U.S., once again, seems like a dream. Was I ever really there? I thought about that as I argued with a cab driver to not rip me off at the airport.