Being here is nice, but surreal. In a really good way. Today we drove through a street so, so tiny and along the side of the road these little kids were walking carrying paper in fan halves on their heads and they were so cute and were so smiley and then we walked through the center at dusk which was, um, a new experience and it's been fabulously cool these past two days so the breeze is all blowy and delicious and we ate at Pizza Hut today so we could visit P.'s novio, and apparently Pizza Hut here is pero, asi elegante and we paid a ridiculous sum (a normal price norte-americano) for the cheese-filled crust "Hot Cheese" pronounced hote cheez and drank re-fillable limonada a la natural and I feel full but also in shape since we raced home from the centro to get here before it got really dark.
We've found and frequently frequented a delicious panederia, also courtesy of P. (oh what would we do without her) who's taught us so many things like how to find the colectivo taxis and ride buses and where to buy the fresh vegetables and um, how apparently all the transvestites of Tegucigalpa hang out literally a block away from our apartment but realllllly late at night which explains why we've never seen them. Anywho, the panederia in the centro is fantastic and we've found this type of bread called viejita which means literally old lady, but is this sweet bread sort of thing that I would have taken a picture of and then posted on this blog, but we eat it too fast to ever get around to the whole picture taking thing. Also, I found the most pero beeutifull loafers at the BRASILIAN SHOES store that I absolutely adore, but I hadn't brought my monies :( And have I mentioned how marvelously close our apartment is to the centro? Well it is CLOSE and there are a million + one librerias and yesterday I talked with the Libreria Navarro lady about La Sucia, which by the way is my folklore project in a nutshell and I spent a good hour in the Biblioteca Nacional reading up on folklore and making tentative plans with J. to visit Tela (oh be still my heart) and maybe, but really just an itty bitty maybe, visiting the Bay Islands. I won't say which island in case I jinx it but it starts with an R and ends in oatan.
Oh and also yesterday when we were in the centro we decided, oh hey, let's read our books in la catedral and guess what, we were lo and behold taken by surprise by the 12:00p misa and it was so beautiful to have, well observe misa in a gold-leafed cathedral with the virgin so prominent and centered and I drew a picture because it was so beautiful, which I'm not sure is OK during misa, so I'm sorry about that a little. And then right outside la catedral are all the evangelicals trying so earnestly to save all our souls via loudspeaker and Christian rock and nice teenagers and we even saw the good ol' Mormon elders on our way down and it was just a great big clashing of faiths in a friendly, busy, very loud sort of way.
We started our third workshop on Monday and the cutest elderly lady attended who gave me four hugs and who when I called her today to ask how things were going was working on her homework. Heart melts. And then there's Hna. N who is going to come over Saturday to help us make some sort of chicken thing and who made me an apron especially in yellow. Finally, I'm going to buy and cook lengua this Sunday (digo buy on Saturday, cook on Sunday) partly to gross J. out because she's so freaked out by eating tongue and the fact that dead tongue turns blue, but partly because I think it will be super legit if I can cook cow tongue. Right?
Ay Teguz, it's gonna break my heart to leave you.
2 comments:
Why wouldn't I be grossed out about eating cow tongue? It's like making out with a cow...
mmmmmm ;)
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