Ok so a lot has happened since I last wrote on this thing. SOO I´ll start where I left off.
Thursday night we had an orientation with all the AFSers. Most of them were really cool and that whole day was fun. Although, the orientation was boring because they always say exactly the same things. After the orientation with everybody, there was an orientation for the people going to Honduras only. There´s me, Brian, Erick, and this girl named Porter (she goes by her middle name). It went pretty late and then I went to sleep.
Friday I had to get up at like 7 30 and I went with the other Honduras people to the airport to PEACE OUT (hehe). At the airport we met some Italian girls who were going to Honduras as well. They didn´t speak much English, but they were still pretty cool. So after a pretty short flight (about 2 hours I think) we arrived in Honduras. After we got through customs we found the people waiting for us, and I got to see Harold and Carol (Carol´s my dad´s cousin) who are missionaries in Honduras. I left with a guy named Carlos, his brother (I forget his name) and his mom Theresa. It was cool because Carlos speaks really good English, (he went with AFS to Ohio). So we went to their house and I hung out with them for the night. Carlos plays bass and his brother plays piano, and I really wanted to jam with them but there wasn´t time. But yea, they showed me around Tegucigalpa, and we ate and stuff.
The next day, Saturday, I went to the AFS building and all the kids hopped on a bus to go to our country orientation. It was in a fairly small town maybe 40 miles outside Tegucigalpa. It was cool to meet all the kids from other countries. There were maybe 15 from Italy, 20 from Germany, 10 from Belgium, 1 from Holland, 3 from Austria…I think that´s it. We had a day-long orientation that day and it got pretty long and boring. It was interesting though, because everyone there spoke english, but it was not their first language. Everyone spoke very well except the Italians, who knew very little. I was talking to one Belgian girl, and she said she spoke, Danish, Flemmish (her native dialect of Danish) French, English, and a little German. DAAANGG. And she spoke and understood English extremely well. I didn´t even really have to slow down. Well, in the evening we walked around the town. I would have been really scared if I lived there, with freaking 50 gringos parading through their town. But yea, then we slept.
The next day, what was it…sunday… was the day I met my host family. I got up in the morning, ate breakfast, and then they said people going to Omoa, San Pedro Sula, and other towns on the north coast were leaving. SOO, we left. There were maybe…15 of us. We took a bus to San Pedro Sula, where we either got picked up by our host family, or someone picked us up to take us to our host family. I happened to be in the latter category. I got picked up by a mom and her two sons (I forget their names). One son was probably in his 20´s and one was 12. But yea, they gave me a ride to Omoa, where I met my host family. I was expecting 3 people: Aura, the mom, Javier, the dad, and Albierto, the son. I got them, plus more. I feel bad because, I don´t remember everyone´s name. I don´t even remember if they told me their names…but theres a lady in her late 20´s, who has two kids (one 6 year old girl who´s name I can´t remember, and a 4 year old named Jonatan.) Then there´s another girl who´s 12 years old that is the main house cleaner and cooks food and stuff, and there´s another girl named Maria who´s 15 (even though she looks younger than the other girl) who helps out too.
MANN I haven´t typed this much in I don´t know how long….my hands hurt.
But there´s more
The house is made up of 3 big rooms; the kitchen/living room, my room (where albierto and his dad sleep as well), and another room with like 6 beds where everyone else sleeps. Everyone´s really nice, so that´s cool. The beach is like a 10 minute walk from the house. I went there with Albierto Saturday night, and he also showed me around the town.
Sunday…I woke up, tried to study some spanish. I pretty much translated a short article in the newspaper, but I didn´t understand some of the stuff in it (it was about soccer and how Team Ultimo beat Team Vida and how Vida sucks and stuff). Oh and in the afternoon I went to buy the stuff I need for my uniforms with Albierto and some other family friend. We took a bus to Puerto Cortez, and it was funny because we had to go to like 3 stores before we could find pants that fit me. But yea, we got pants and shirts and shoes.
TODAY (I have to hurry because my time is almost up)
I went to school. It was super boring because I can´t understand anything. I played soccer at lunch. Tomorrow I hear we have computer class for a long time, so maybe I´ll write some more.
So people here on the coast speak really fast and really slurred. Even stuff that I understand is hard because of how they speak. Errrr. And they play WAY TOO MUCH RAGGAETON HERE. It´s killing me. And it´s only been a couple days….Carlos (the guy who picked me up in Tegucigalpa) was tight because we were talking about how gay raggaeton is and how it´s only good for humping. And it´s FREAKING HOT HERE!!! It´s rediculous. I think it´s hilarious how people were complaining so much in California about the ¨heat wave¨. It´s 1005268769 times hotter here. and humid too. It doesn´t even cool off in the night.
Crap I have to get off. (my hour´s up) I miss everyone!!!! I hope all is well in California
FIN
