Pig Intestines!!! Yum!

I have officially eaten pig intestines....I guess its a typical soup here called Mondongo......I was imagining that I was on Fear Factor and shoveled the spongy pig juice down my pie hole. At first I had no idea what it was....my host mom just said it was pig....and then I asked why it was all spungy and tuby....then the adventure began.

I´m having a blaaaaaaaaast. But first I want to say small freakin world! My friend, Joli, and I got a ride with a guy to Teguc (where I am now) and he has family living in Amherst and Boston!!! I almost flipped my lid. Spanish and english wanted to come out at the exact same time and I think I just pooed my pants.

Oh focus...mmm I have been having 5 hours of spanish a day (intermediate) and 4 hours of health-aids-youth development. But right now I´m skipping health to use the internet :)

OOoooo we play a lot of ultimate frisbee on this field surrounded by mountain s(put a photo up) amaaaaaaaaaaazing! When I first went there I almost P`ed the sun was setting and clouds and greenery.aaaaaaaaaamazing.

Some of us went to La Tigra last weekend, a cloud forest. BEAUTFIUL. It felt like we were in Alicen Wonderland, The Princess Bride, and the Labrinth all at once. I couldnt freaking beleive it.......unfortunatly those photos arent up yet. I hiked so much I woke up with but pains in the middle of the night. On our way home the bus didnt show up and we had to cram 25 of us in the back of some random guys truck. The sun was shining and everything was beautiful. I felt like I was in Titanic...until we began to roll backwards down a hilll because of all our fattness and my friend fell out. I almost had a heart attack, I thought she was run over. But alas everything is alllllllright.

I guess they call HOnduras the ¨Club Med¨of Peace Corps becuase we´re way better off than all those chumps in Africa.

OOOooo some juice. Everyones getting the squirts execpt mee.....good thing I was eating all those tacos for breakfast before I came....because that moment on my lips is still on my hips. :) 2 people have dropped out already....one of them was my pretty good friend (after 14 days) and I had no clue she was thinking of going home (p.s. michael and sara it was katie!) and then POOF one day she was gone...no goodbyes...no nada....que triste...

I have li´l baby chickens and roosters that walk around my house.......hilarious.....I woke up to about 5 rooster crows (sp?) this morning. My honduran aunt owns the resurant next door and she had a birthday and mariachy (sp?) guys came and played and we all drank and danced. Funfun.

I put pictures up. Go look at ém!!

Bienvenidos a Honduras!

I'm alive!!! and in Honduras!! Central America!! haha!! Ok....well I had 2 days training in D.C. Meeting the other 49 other Peace Corps Volunteers someone should have just handed me the troffie (sp?) or pedistool for being, hands down, the coolest person there.....of course I was judging them without having spoken to them--only by the way they dressed. After letting them talk to me I found out that they all are actually way cooler than I am. They all have already done so much. i.e. worked in a hospital in Ecuador or participated in exoctic Shamen rituals.......yadayadyayada.

We arrived in Honduras 2 days ago!! I know I've said this a million times but I am honestly afraid to blink because I know I'll miss something. It is BEAUTIFUL. BREATHTAKING. Nothing but hills and mountains. Everything is greeen and mossy and HOT. I just walk around giggling because I can't believe where I am....I'm probably known as the town skitzo (sp?). I'm also a little bipolar. Every so often it hits me that I'm going to be here for the next 2 years 2 months and 27 days of my life and I start twitching. One kid at training in D.C. wanted to use the money they gave us for food ($140!!! for 3 meals) and buy a plane ticket home....hes still here.........I like playing the game "Who's gonna drop out first?"

Oh it turns out I'm in Santa Lucia, which is a small town actually 12 km up the mountain from Tegucigalpa. I'm staying with the nicest host family ever (not counting spain of course)!!!! I have a host mama, dad, and 2 sisters 15 and 17. The house is like a li'l square motel. Theres an opening in the middle and then each room separates from that. i.e. I enter a door for the kitchen......then go back outside to go to the living room......and my room........and the bathroom is just outside. So exciting! So much to say my fingers can't type it!

-The coffee!!! AMAZING! Liquid coke! twitch twitch
-My spanish.....like a small downsindrome (sp?) child........but I'm waaaaaaaaay better off than some suckas and than I was in Spain.
-Food-so far so good! Recognize everything, like everyhting.
-Hills fantabulous! I'm going to have the best butt ever!
-Christmas in February!! They gave us so many goodies it was like christmas! I got a mosquito net, malaria pills (I'll tell you about my hallucinations later), 6 shots, sunscreen, vitamins, and lotion!!! My host mom calls my mosquito net my casita (little house).
-El bathroom. I guess youre not suppsoed to put your TP in the toilet because the pipes aren't that great and they'll get clogged.....so far every time, minus 2 extraordinary occasions, I have managed to throw the TP in the toilet and then proceeded to go fishing...

Hip Hip!!