All Aboard.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a carpool of Honduran kids? I have. And today, I no longer have to wonder. Karin and I assumed yet another position as bus driver for the kids today. The bus that takes the kids to their different colonías has been broken for the past few days. So Karin and I took about 3-4 trips to and from the school. We managed to fit 6 first graders in the backseat (needless to say, vehicle safety isn't really a priority around here). The only mishap we had was two kiddos who were too busy schmoozing in the back to realize they'd missed their stop. I can't believe we made it through our first full week.

I neglected to post the past couple of days so I'll try and fill you in. Unfortunately, Karin and I were unable to go to the school on Wednesday due to a gang incident in the village (don't worry, mom). There was a threat to some kid at the high school or something. I'm not exactly sure. The only other exciting thing that happened that day was a lizard jumping on my leg. I'm slowly discovering there are 'incidents' of all sorts around here but you can never really discern the truth. The villages, much to my surprise, are really gossipy. Chances are if you bath with shampoo instead of soap, the neighboring colonía will know about it (horrible example but I think you get the point). Thursday was an insane day. Some missionaries from Morocco arrived on Wednesday and on Thursday, along with the missionaries, we followed/tried to keep up with Dr. Don. We first went to Lucinda, then to a garifina school in Margarita then to Río Esteban and then trekked into the mountains to Las Niguas, a small, small village. Our journey up the mountain included tons of river crossings, eating fruit from the trees along the way, donkeys and farmers. In the village, we were given mareñones (?), the fruit from which cashews grow. They were super juicy and just weird but not terrible.

After Las Niguas, we headed into the heart of Río Esteban to Bictelia's house. Bictelia has two daughters Delmi and Deyni. Delmi is a teacher a the bilingual school and Deyni is in her third year of medical school in Tegucigalpa. Both girls are around our age. Once at their house, we walked with Delmi about 2 minutes to the beach. I don't know how anyone could get sick of that coastline. Pictures really don't do it justice. My lack of photography skills probably doesn't help either. While on the beach we ran into a little boy that hung out with us for quite some time. When the fisherman came in, he was rewarded for helping them with his own fish. I just can't get enough of the kids here. I already miss them and I still have five more weeks here. Four? I can't remember. Anyway, I'm going to go practice piano and guitar (yeah, I know. Me actually playing instrument. Weird, right?). XoXo.