Guess who just landed the alto part in Sunday's musical number?! Yup, it's true. I've always kind of dreamed of performing a singing number in church, and it appears that my number is indeed up. Since I've been asked numerous times throughout my life to "keep it down," or "play piano instead or something," this is a special and unusual time for me. Whatever, I'm excited.
In other news I am not a fan of my IAS380R class which demands that I go out and have cultural experiences which is all fine and dandy, but then have to write pages upon pages about my feelings about said cultural experiences. I'm all for reflection and deep thoughts, but whyyyyyyyy? I ought to be out having more cultural experiences instead of making up deep thoughts about why they were so cultural. Blech and blech.
Also, the food here continues to be most, most wonderful in that yesterday our gerente took us out for crepes--crepe catracho & crepe belga--and I was full for hours. Plus we buy our food at different little stores which makes me feel European, or rather not-American, and I get a real kick out of buying bread from the bread store and cheese from the cheese store, and pineapple from the pineapple man. Now I just need to find a butcher and chocolate man and I'll be set for life and may never, ever leave Honduras.
Finally, even though I am enjoying Honduras, I find myself plagued by thoughts of my return in terms of will I go to graduate school?! If so, then where? And then I want to apply for a myriad of other things like a Fulbright ETA, and Teach for America, and real-life big-people jobs and it just gets a tad overwhelming. But I was talking to my friend Seth (who is totally winning the P-90x/yoga challenge by the way as evidenced by the fact that he could do my super-cool yoga move that took me many moons to learn) who wisely told me to stop worrying because I wasn't enjoying the now. Which is true. Happen what happens I am in Honduras now, so I need esforzarme to be in Honduras. So I'm going to try harder and worry less.
Namaste.
2 comments:
I agree with your thoughts on cultural experiences papers. But for some reason people need proof you found it cultural...
I must say that I am thoroughly jealous that you get to be in Honduras eating excellent food and having adventures. My MIL is from Honduras and hasn't been back in ages. I would love to go see where she grew up.
I know right?! You should come visit me! I know that's not really feasible at the moment seeing as you are about to bear your first child (AHH!! SO EXCITING!), but I love it here and I had no idea your MIL was from Honduras. Karl's family and I have so much in common (Northern Virginia, Honduras...), but you should for sure plan a trip at some point! Has Karl been? Also, good luck with your last couple of weeks--you're gonna be a spectacular mommmy.
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