It was 8:20 p.m., and I came home to a dark house. I could not get my key to work (on the third of three locks) and after struggling for several minutes, I knocked. The shutters opened, and a man without a shirt on looks out at me. He started giving me directions about the key, but I was frozen in shock, because no men live in our house. The first thing I thought was, ¨Am I at the right house?¨, then ¨Gloria?! What have I walked in on?!¨ I didn´t hear a word the man said, so he opened the door. There was a cot in our dark living room. I just said ¨Lo siento!¨ and went into my room. The next morning, this man was still there, and we were all like, ¨Bueños días¨ as if everything was normal. He sat on the couch watching the news (fully clothed this time). I left for school, never receving an explantion of who the man was or why he slept in our living room. This is one of many examples of mystery in my daily life. I try to just go with it, but sometimes the curiosity is almost too much.
In other news, we all went to a region called Olancho this weekend, which is in the country. Before leaving, Cristina (my mama) called ¨Adios, mi hija! Cuidate!¨ (Goodbye, my daughter. Be careful/take care of yourself!¨ That felt really special, as she´s not usually like that towards me.
Olancho was sweet, we met another set of our host families, who we´ll go see next week. Sylvi and I are roommates, which is Very Good. There are 5 or 6 young kids in the house. I got up at 6 today and went for a run in this little town, it was so beautiful. Sylvi fought off the angry dogs for us.
Wednesday a bunch of us went to a U.S. vs. Honduras soccer game (DC United vs. Olypmia) in the stadium downtown. Pro fútbol is a big deal I guess; there was a really heated parade beforehand with shirtless men whipping their t-shirts around in the air. I had some banana chips w/lime and talked to a couple young girls whose uncle sells hot dogs there. Really interesting.
4 comments:
you're a lot better than me. i'd snoop somehow. haha. awww you're rooming w/sylvie? how nice!
lately, i've been listening to sappy songs and singing my heart with it haha.
my favorite lately is called : For all we know. i'll send you the file. don't get sunburned!
Esperanza!
Gracias otra vez por todas las detalles. Me da mucha alegria que Sylv(i/ie/ee/ia) y tu son companeras en Olancho. Fueron a Guanabano? Si fueron, mando saludos a Mari, Victorino, y familia. Viven cercita de la iglesia.
Hope-e :)
I feel like a putz writing in English after Maree whips out her spanish poweress...but oh, well. I guess I could write in German but that would be counterproductive. I'm glad you and sylvie are roommates! And that she fends off dogs for you...I know how much you like them. And I'm sorry about the strange man...how odd! I am running off to class - have a fantastic day when you read this :)! Love you
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