copan ruinas

Sorry I haven't written for awhile. I always get to the stage where I've opened up my computer, gotten myself situated to write a blog (in bed, itunes, something to drink), and opened my blog page and then... I just sit here. I feel like I have nothing to write- or too much to write :) I think the second year around thing is difficult because most of my experiences are basically the same (well at least the exciting ones), so they don't seem blog-worthy :) This last weekend for example- I visited Copan Ruinas for the fourth time (the town that has the Mayan Ruins). It was a really wonderful trip- we had Monday off from school, so Shelly, Catelin, Jennifer, Tyler, Maggie and I were able to take a trip. It was actually kind of fun because I was able to be the little tour guide as far as setting up a place to stay and giving options for what we could do while we were there. We ended up staying at my favorite hostel, Iguana Azul, going to the ruins (with a tour guide... I memorized everything he said so when all my friends and family come to visit me, we don't have to pay more :)), and going on a horse tour with a silent, walking guide. (little disappointing :)) It was a nice way to relax and hang out with all the teachers without talking about school all the time. :) I've held off on sharing my innermost secrets with this group of teachers for awhile (which, I know, is a huge surprise to anyone that knows me!) but this weekend was a nice time for all of us to open up a little bit more and just enjoy the company!

Copan Ruinas is a big tourist pull for Honduras, so there's actually a lot of people (shopkeepers, hotel and restaurant owners, moto taxi drivers) that speak English. That part of the touristyness (yes, I know that's not a real word) of the town was pleasant, but one thing I did not enjoy was the tourist side of things. There were big groups of English speakers (Americans or Europeans) everywhere and it made me so uncomfortable! I think the reason is that I want to fit into the culture and prove that I'm kind of a part of Honduran culture :) So, I tried to do things that would prove I had been in the country longer than a week :) The funniest part was that I didn't realize I was being so 'defensive' until the end of the trip. In Honduras, when you passed someone on the street you always say, "Adios" instead of "Hola" and anytime you see someone eat (doesn't matter if you know them, if you're walking to your table at a restaurant, or if they're eating on the side of the street) you always say "Buen Provecho" (Have a good meal). So, I tried to excessively greet people while walking around town. Also, they have all their prices in dollars, but I insisted on only being told the Lempira price (well that one was reasonable; I don't have any dollars here :)). I even asked if they had pataste at one of the restaurants, which is a kind of vegetable that I'd never heard of until coming here. :) SO, it was an experience. I wasn't expecting to feel such a loyalty toward the Honduran side of things :)

Speaking of, I bought some typical (I don't know what this translates into in English, the kind of things they had in the olden-days haha. So in the US, maybe hoop skirts or bonnets or something :)) sandals to wear for our Fiesta Tipica next weekend. We sell typical food, the kids do typical dances, and we wear typical costumes! Should be fun :)