update part 1

So it’s been awhile. We’ve been pretty busy around here, especially considering that volunteers are usually not very busy during their first few months. It would make sense to write about the past weeks in some sort of chronological order but that’s just not my style. The best news goes first!

We got a dog. We found a wonderful golden retriever pup in the capital city. He was raised with a wonderful family and was FAT when we got him. Now our site is about 10 hours from the capital so we were a little worried about having him in the crowded buses for so long…but….he did a great job. He pretty much slept the whole way and never made a mess. Now for those of you thinking “I didn’t know you could take a dog on a bus?” Around here, you can take damn near anything on a bus. Some are nicer “coach” style busses but a lot are also “chicken buses,” which are really just old school buses. But they are named chicken busses because people bring live chickens on them. Whenever I see them, the people usually just tie the feet together and tuck them under their arm. Finding a name for our dog was difficult, but then we decided on Hurley. Cute name, we thought. Well we live on a hill and when we were trying to walk the dog up the hill and all the neighbors were sitting around outside of course he wanted to embarrass us so he wouldn’t walk. So the neighbors took to calling him Vago, a slang word for lazy. So now our Hurley is officially had a name change to Vago (Spanish note: the pronunciation is more similar to bog (like the place) then “o”).

Other big news! The president of Honduras came to our small town. That would be akin to President Bush visiting Emily’s bustling home town of Colton Washington. He didn’t arrive by road because that would take too long, so he flew in on his helicopter. Now where do you land a helicopter in a poor rural Honduran town? Well, you would need somewhere large and flat…so…the soccer stadium (I say stadium just because it has a big concrete fence around it, there are no stands- there is a bench though). Now there are a few people that have keys to the stadium- the mayor’s office, soccer organization, and me. I don’t know what happened with the rest of them but early on the morning the president was coming a guy from the mayor’s office showed up asking to borrow my key because they couldn’t find theirs. I gave it to him, but looking back; I should have gone there and opened the gate myself for the president. What if we weren’t around? Sorry Mr. President, we can’t find the gringos with the key. The president brought quite an entourage, six helicopters landed on the field. Apparently Emily was on tv; or course, I was standing in the crowd near the president and Emily (who loves to stand- NOT! Not jokes work really well in writing!) was sitting in the park without a care in the world.

We are also happy to announce that we’ve moved into our own house. The week before we moved in was spent painting the entire house- bright happy colors of course. We did orange, yellow, green, and blue. It looks wonderful and the very relieved landlord likes it as well. She was noticeably nervous when we began! Right now, we are a little lacking in furniture, we have a bed and one plastic chair. But that means plenty of room for indoor soccer, yoga, and dog tricks. Our plan is for furniture is to use only hammocks (and some plastic chairs for the table we will get). We’ll get a couple hammock chairs and a couple regular hammocks. It’s exciting to be in a new neighborhood with wonderful neighbors but we’ll miss our old family- and they had tv. I think I’ll be visiting them on Sundays to watch football.

Our favorite holiday has passed. Thanksgiving. We had a great little gathering here in Western Honduras. About 15 volunteers got together, and had a real Thanksgiving meal. Some of the stuff was sent by family from the states (yams, cranberry stuff, etc), and others were home grown. The turkey was a concern during the week before as we couldn’t find one to kill (not like hunting, but find a family that would sell us a turkey). The guys in the neighboring town finally found one but chickened out (no pun intended) at the last minute and paid an old lady to do the dirty work of the killing. We ate around a huge elegant table that fit us all (it was actually a ping pong table with tablecloths over it) outside under a warm 65 degree evening.

I broke this into two parts because it was too long.