Hoy soy un poco mas Hondureña

I think every day I'm becoming a little more Honduran. Yesterday, for instance, I drank from the community cup. This requires some explanation. In all schools here, and really any public place, there is a water jug with a cup on top. One cup. That everyone uses. Can you imagine? Usually I have a water bottle with me every day, but yesterday I forgot it...so I used the cup. Oddly, enough, I felt pretty good about it afterward. It was a big step for me. I think having a Honduran boyfriend (Marco Andres, se llama) is getting me more accustomed to the lifesyle here, and what it's actually like to be Honduran. For example, we never have actual plans. Everything always has a question mark at the end. If he says he'll be over at 4:00, I might consider calling to ask where he is around 6:00. He often has to leave suddenly during a visit and comes back later (who knows when), sometimes bringing along some friends when he returns. Patience is definitely a virtue here. And how does this whole dating process work in Juticalpa, you may wonder? What is there for us to do? Not much. Let's just say we got to that comfortable-sitting-around-doing-nothing-together stage real fast. But, as a result, we talk A LOT and so I feel like I know him pretty well already, which is a strange thing for me. Normally it takes a lot for me to really trust someone enough to open up to them. But he's extremely caring and curious about my life. He also is an open book and loves to talk, so it makes it easier.

Sometimes it is really amusing to me, to pause for a minute - like take a still-frame of whatever is happening at a particular moment - and just take note of how bizarre the whole situation is. Last week I did this when I was riding the school bus home, sandwiched between a 5th and a 3rd grader, playing "piedra, papel, tijeras" (rock, paper, scissors) with one kid, while simultaneously having my hair fondled by three 1st grade girls in the seat behind me whining "Que bonito su pelo! Darme lo...." And then yesterday I saw a man - I wish I had had my camera with me because he was just the perfect Olanchano - cowboy hat, no shoes, no teeth, and a pink tee shirt that said in English "pretty in pastel". It was priceless. There are lots of moments like that. Very amusing but also very special. Everything about my time here is special. It's kind of a hard thing to grasp sometimes.

Ahora quiero escribir en español por que lo enseñame que sé como decir bastante. Pero cuando hablo, y cuando escucho, pienso que no sé nada. Pero no tengo razon. He aprendido mucho. Bueno...es que no sé que debo hacer cuando regreso a Los Estados. Es la verdad que no estaba aca en Honduras por tan mucho tiempo, pero todavia creo que voy a sentir muy extraño cuando me voy. Y voy a extrañar bastante personas y cosas acerca de Honduras. Mi tiempo aca fue muy especial (y un poco demasiado rapido) y voy a recordar Honduras y todas las personas incredibles que he conocido y todas las cosas nuevas que he aprendido (la español tambien ojala) por siempre. Siempre siempre. Nunca voy a olvidar. Solo falta un poco mas que un mes hasta tengo que irme, y necesito usar mi tiempo en la mejor manera que yo puedo. Todavia hay muchas cosas que quiero hacer antes de el catorce de junio.