So I'm not a sister missionary: Today J. & I spent ample time at the CRE (Centro de Recursos de Empleo) doing follow-up calls, prepping workshop material, etc. While there we helped one of the Employment Center volunteers type up his application for a job he's applying for. We'd never met this volunteer before (there are a lot of people at the CRE daily so sometimes I can't tell who are the volunteers and who's just there to print out their resume), but it was good we finally met him because he legit thought we were sister missionaries and was super scandalized that we'd gone to the Institute dance last weekend. Glad we cleared that up. However, he remained super scandalized that I hadn't served a mission and told me to get on that in no uncertain terms. Further, he said he knew I should serve a mission because I had a big heart as evidenced by the fact that I shared my Frosty with him. J. says I don't need to go on a mission to have a big heart, but she only says that because she has a big heart because she has gone on a mission. Ha.
Don't ride the big yellow buses: In Honduras there are giant yellow school buses everywhere. They don't take people to school, but they do take people everywhere else. Yesterday when we were walking home we were passed by a particularly sordid example of yellow bus emitting horrendous shrieks as it made its way up the hill. J. commented "Wow, there's something wrong with that bus." I'm pretty sure there's something wrong with all these buses which is why they were sent to Honduras in the first place.
The most special catcall: Catcalls are pretty much a given if you are female and live in Honduras. This Tuesday J. & I were walking home with a friend (yup we have friends, be jealous) and we walked by this one man who said: "Ay, wow, que guapas las tres" and then proceeded to loudly howl wolf-style at us. So ridiculous. The clincher is when we had to walk by him again about a half-hour later (we'd gone home to change out of our sister missionary attire) and he was super excited to see us and said "Ay guapas, you've changed from your skirts to your pants, but don't worry you look even hotter now." And I couldn't help it--I busted up laughing.
Brigadeiro a la failure: It is one of my fondest dreams to make brigadeiro, but unfortunately I have yet to succeed. In a burst of confidence I attempted to make brigadeiro and take it to the graduation on Wednesday, but unfortunately even after hours in the freezer my brigadeiro mixture maintained the consistency of ooblek, in that it couldn't quite decide whether it was solid or liquid. Sad day. But I will prevail. Maybe.
Sociedad de Socorro: Hey guess what?! J. and I are giving the Relief Society Lesson this Sunday. I have never in so little time, been so involved in my ward. It feels good. And weird. But I love our Relief Society and I think they like us. And here's a picture of us all at the temple site a couple of Sundays ago. Front and center is Hna. S who cleans the CRE every day. She also took J. & I to an awesome cheese shop last Monday so we could experience true Honduran quesillo. Quite simply put, she is the most fabulous.
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K, you haven't gone on a mission, but you do have a bigger heart than me. You would be a great missionary, but you don't have to go on a mission to share your heart... as evidenced by the fact that you shared your frosty with that man even though you are not a missionary as he believed.
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