My five day weekend

The way out

If you know me, you know my favorite “holiday” is actually Cutlerdays. I love the atmosphere and carnival food, and little crafts that break in a day. I think maybe I just found a holiday that I like more- Honduran Independence Day!

Trying to get up the stairs

                My 24 hours of adventure started the night before at a soccer game. We got to the game around 9, when I tried to order a hamburger to eat. We are not supposed to eat the vegetables at restaurants, so one of our friends offered to tell the worker what my problem was a get a new hamburger. They then gave me the same hamburger doused in mayo, which I hate. So, I sold my burger to someone else and bought some fries. We then went to a restaurant and danced and talked until almost 2 in the morning. I slept at another girl’s house and three of us shared a bed. At 7:00, I left the house to walk to Christina’s house so I could go to the parades with her and her family. We walked 20 minutes to the mall where we met up with some of their friends and then we walked for almost two hours to get to the stadium. There were thousands of people in the streets watching the parade. From our perspective, it was an opposite parade. We walked past the people dressed up with instruments while they stayed in one place. We finally reached the stadium and tried to make our way through. The pictures pretty much show how impossible it was to get through. Our “family” would link arms and shove our way through the crowds. The first spot we were in was at the end of the line so we couldn’t see very well, so we left the stadium to get back in another side. Christina’s uncle’s shirt even got ripped in the process. We watched the parade from the stadium and saw the parachuters and the supersonic jets, and people dressed in crazy costumes. The parade finally ended and we made our way back out through the waves of people. Afterwards, I ate with Christina’s family and went to bed quite early because I was very tired from my exciting day of adventure.

Parachuting 

                Yesterday, Christina, Tessa, and I decided to buy some thread to do hair wraps. We stopped at a store in the neighborhood by us and the woman told us it would be 50 Lempiras (~2.50) for 1 color. I told her that was too expensive and we walked to a different store. After waiting for someone to help us, the guy told us it was 50 Lempiras for each color as well. We decided it was only a few bucks each. Tessa asked if we bought 5, could we only pay 200. The guy looked at us as if we were crazy, but said if we really wanted to, that was fine. We went up to pay the cashier and she told us 9 lempiras. We then realized it was 50 cents, and not 50 dollars. We felt very dumb- but the guy got a chuckle out of us.

                Things are a-changing. Today, I am moving to my new house and getting to know my new family. I am nervous and excited- fragulous, if you will. My new mom seemed really nice, a bit nervous to meet me, but still really kind. I will have two sisters, both younger, so that will be an experience for me. I figured I will at least be on the same level of Spanish as them. I haven’t met my dad yet… My room doesn’t have a bed, dresser/closet, or desk yet, but I am getting them today in my Winnie the Pooh room. My old family was very nice, but they had different schedules, leaving me to eat on my own. There are two ways to do a semester abroad, living in the dorms, or living with a family. The Honduras program is family based, but I never got the family feeling, making me wish I was back at Calvin living with my friends. So, here goes my new family.