So...The past week I have been struggling with a nasty allergic reaction to a fruit called marañon...a sister of poison ivy. To make a long story short, I took 2 medications, talked with 3 doctors, and have received 4 shots...none of which has done much to quell the miserable itchy rash covering my body. One interesting thing is that my mama went to the pharmacy without a prescription, picked up some hypodermic needles and medicine, and called up a neighbor lady (who´s a nurse), to come inject me. I kind of like this casual, neighborhood way.
Tegucigalpa was a ghost town most of this Holy Week...as in, I could cross 6 lanes of traffic without looking. Even church left town! Therefore, on Good Friday, Kelly and I hung out at Dunkin Donuts...the only thing open in a deserted mall. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I also went downtown to see the ¨alfombras¨ which are made of finely ground colored sawdust, with designs and Bible verses. There was a processional from the Catedral.
This weekend I went to Siguatepeque with my family to see the dedication of a health clinic my mama´s son worked on. There were some mission trip groups from Nashville there. I found out that when there are a lot of gringos around, everyone assumes white skin= doesn´t understand Spanish. We did have a really classy reception last night at a hotel. Orchestral octet...steak...
My host mom is in the habit of leaving me out of critical pieces of information...such as the fact we were supposed to bring formal clothes along this weekend (or really even what we were doing)...and that she wouldn´t be coming home again...and that the odd old man who walked around with us for hours was not just a buddy but her ex-husband. I try to laugh...I try.
Cristina (my mama) has decided to leave the country. She´s going to Chicago. Now it´s just me, Gloria, and Ambar.
Three Neatest Gifts I´ve Received in Honduras:
1. stale peanuts...when I was really, really hungry, and my professor´s intuition told him I needed a pick-me-up.
2. a plastic lime...in the park in Cofradia, a somewhat-intoxicated wandering man was standing by our group for awhile, talking nonsense. I said Buenos Dias. Then he handed me this green, fake fruit.
3. steroids...last night this nice guy Douglas left our fancy dinner to go buy me goods for another injection. And he refused to let me pay him back. ¨Don´t worry.¨
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I can't believe that your mama is just leaving. That is so bizare.
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