I'm currently student teaching in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, where life tastes different (like tortillas!), there is no completely safe place to be, you receive a lot of stares (and I mean STARES - no blinking involved), buildings have no carpet or form of heat, clothes are hung outside to dry, an entertaining evening consists of chasing a 1 inch-long ant, English-speaking Honduran kids have amazingly cute accents, everyone of at least mild means has a maid, the neighborhood ice cream truck EXISTS!, people wear winter attire when it's 60 degrees outside, the electricity randomly goes out, little boys can easily control their mothers, school regulations are nothing compared to schools in the States, the tortilla man visits the neighborhood every few days, transportation options include: driving a car (which not many people own), riding the city bus, taking a colectivo (a taxi), walking, hitch-hiking, or riding in the bed of a friend's truck (what I most frequently do), the currency is lempiras (also known as lemps), and GOD IS FAITHFUL!!!
The picture does not do it justice. On the way back to Tegus from La Tigra.
Debbie and Me in the bed of a pickup on the way to La Tigra!
Blackberry (Mora) fields
Cute house
The countryside is beautiful!!!!
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And now we see your new haircut.
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