Por Fin

In the blink of an eye another week has come and gone. Its seems like every week goes by faster and faster. I have now officially completed 67 hours of class, and graduated to the “next level.” However, I have a lot of reviewing to do. At this point I just need to speak Spanish as much as possible. I know a lot of rules but that does not translate into speech.

Tuesday night I saw the concluding bands for the two week festival with a couple new students from Holland, Bruno and (I know this is spelled wrong but it sounds like) Mario-lang. Mama Gilma and a few others are away camping this week so that leaves Irza, Eduardo and myself to keep the house together. It has actually been nice because the Hostel part of the house is empty; meaning it has been quiet around here. It is allowing for some quality bonding time with the siblings. 

One of the bands

Wednesday was a pretty relaxed day. Four hours of class a day is much better for my health, and I actually want to do my homework. Went for another walk with the boys and ended up bring back a tub of ice cream. I think I mentioned earlier in this blog about adjusting to different perspectives on the “same news.” For example a Russian news station is popular here, and many countries we often think highly of are disliked here. Inmar (uncle) gave me a brief history of Honduras’s electricity production, and another reason for me to despise the ridiculous institution called the World Bank. And you likely haven’t heard NATO described as the North Atlantic Terrorist Organization. . . how is that for a conversation starter? 

Thursday afternoon all of the students went to the Copan “Agua Caliente,” which means an hour drive through the mountains. We had two hours of natural hot tub bliss including: scalding hot pools, mud face massages, waterfall showers, and more. I almost enjoyed the ride as much because the views were stunning. My pictures don’t do it justice. Maiz looked like the hair on top of the mountain, cattle stood in the middle of a never ending lush pasture rolling up and down the hills. Just awesome. 

Hot Springs

happy cattle

I'd like to see a 12 row corn head + combine attempt this. . . 

I got dropped on the opposite side of town for the UPH fundraiser. A local food vender cooked all the meat with expertise on the BBQ like no one I have seen before. A lot of people showed up, in fact I didn’t even know that this many gringos were in Copan. We watched a movie projected onto the wall of the “castle” called “The Artist.” It is a fairly recent film that won awards, is in black and white, and is a silent movie. Actually, it was really good! So I guess that means I am two for two in the movie department.

The Castle

After the last class of the week it was off to UPH to finally play a guitar! This is the longest I have gone not playing a guitar since I started learning “way back in September” (sung to the tune of “if I die young” for the L’Abri folk). I fear my fingers are already getting weak, but it was liberating to finally play again. The rest of the night was packing, and getting ready for Antigua Guatemala this weekend! I return to Copan Monday. J

Finally!

If I look happy. . . it is because I am