I have a lot, and I mean a lot of respect for people who have become fluent in a foreign language. There is so much complexity in language, I could just drown. I have lost so much of my Spanish since high school, it is really discouraging. I think I´m going to give up on literature\culture and regress to grammar and verb tenses. Que lastima.
Yesterday we went to Nueva Suyapa, where Kurt and JoAnn live. I met my language tutor, Keila. We will meet a couple times a week and chat. She is finishing high school and wants to be an engineer. I seem to run into a lot of female engineers in-the-making.
Recurring themes in my Honduran experience: plastic patio chairs, mayo, butter, cheese.
Men cat-call (and make other interesting noises) a lot here, which is just the way things are. Sometimes I find it funny, except the horn honking is annoying. (We walk along the side of a beltline-like road going to school.) Unfortunately, I think that in reaction to this phenomenon, some of us female students have gone overboard, being suspicious of all men and assuming they all hypersexualized or are following us. That gets on my nerves more than the horn-honking.
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i'm glad you've arrived there safely! it reminds me of the time when the girls in our tanzanian group thought the wedding proposals were real. haha. i miss you already!
piropos are a joy.
YAY! female engineers! we NEED more of them!!
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