A Blessed Month.

Today marks the one month mark since I arrived. It has been a wonderful month, I pray that it is only the beginning of the blessings to come.

I told you I'd let you know how driving in the city went, and I must say I survived, although I was EXTREMELY stressed! I did learn that to drive in Honduras you must keep your hand on the horn at all times. It is necessary to honk when you're saying thank you, when you're mad, when you're confused, when you're not sure if someone knows you're coming, or when you just feel like you haven't honked in a while. Jorge says Hondurans honk for everything and for nothing, and I definitely would have to agree. I also learned that you only have to obey red lights, stop signs, yield signs, and all other traffic laws if you feel like it. If you'd rather not obey the rules, you don’t really have to. I stopped at a red light and people got angry. I didn't know what to do, do I run it or just ignore the chorus of horns blowing at me and people screaming. I'm definitely not looking forward to my next venture into the city, but at some point I have to get used to it. It's just a little different than what I'm used to.

On another note, one of the other teachers invited me over for lunch today. I was so blessed. It was a cultural experience for sure. The food was excellent, and it was nice to eat with company for a change. I hope I didn't offend at all. I did my best to be extremely polite and eat everything that was served. Many people in Honduras do not use utensils to eat, so we ate "enchiladas" today with our hands. (Really they weren't what we know as enchiladas at all, but they were good.) It was my first time to eat a meal completely with my hands, the family I eat with here, is very familiar with the US culture, and always makes sure I have a fork. I had learned from eating with the kids that there is a polite way to eat with your hands, and a rude way. I'm not really clear on the difference; I should have paid closer attention when they were correcting the little kids. I think I did ok though. I will probably never know. I'm sure I drank water from the tap and ate vegetables that weren't cleaned properly, so I really pray I don't get sick. But even if I do, it was worth it to begin building relationships and making friends.

1 comment:

Missionaries in La Ceiba, Honduras said...

Ah! The everyday dilemma~ To eat or not to eat. We are invited out to eat so often that we actually have to say no now at times because we just CAN'T go, but when we can, or "have" to, we do. then it's a quick prayer, and hope that when the bug does it, it's only for a day!