Part Two of 10 Things I miss about living in Honduras.
6. Pre-gaming with Pepto:
As I somewhat alluded to, living in Honduras came with a whole host of intestinal/ digestive problems, to the point where we would chug a bit of Pepto-Bismol before going out to eat in any of our favorite restaurants. It got to the point where I would always have a bottle in my bag, just in case. Yet another thing you might think I wouldn’t miss, but there was a certain amount of predictability and hilarity involved in passing around a bright pink bottle before and after meals. And since we weren’t drinking any alcohol all summer, it was our equivalent to passing around a bottle of vodka in a sketch paper bag before basketball games. Good times.
7. El Gusano
There is a very popular song right now in Honduras, called “Como Se Mata el Gusano” by the group Sante Fe. It is about “killing a worm” but is rife with sexual innuendos, and the main dance to it involves A LOT of pelvic thrusting. Little kids really liked singing it, aaaaaand dancing to it. Unless, apparently, they were on camera :(
I had the “fortune” to watch any small child do the dance probably every other day in Honduras, and yet it never got less funny. Kids are freakin’ hilarious, especially when they get into a dance alllllll about sex…
Too bad there is no shot of him actually thrusting, because let me tell you, that is ALL this kid liked to do. Often. He was like one of those dogs, humping everything in sight… including my knee. And boy, do I miss him!!
8. Glass Bottled Soda
I know, I know, I know… We have bottled soda in the US now!! But it’s not the same. Really. In Latin America they use a different type and amount of sugar, resulting in a different tasting coca cola that just can’t be found here in the good ol’ U.S. of A. Aaaaaaand, they actually recycle the bottles, which means you can’t walk away from the storefront while drinking the soda, so you either have to have a lot of free time to stand and awkwardly drink your coke, or you have to be able to chug some soda. Led to some interesting conversations standing in small pulperias (corner stores) to stay out of the rain, often to old men with weird stories, creepy men with annoying stories, or sweet old women with practically nothing to say at all. I always liked to stop at this one store on the way home from the market where they always played the world cup games and enjoy a nice $.50 coke or 7 up.
9. Choco Bananas:
Need I say more? You can’t walk down the street and buy a chocolate covered banana in the US for 5 cents…. at least not where I live!! My all time favorite snack in Honduras… That or a liquado (milkshake) if I wanted to live CRAZY and spend an extra 95 cents.
Meet Blergsstr. He was our staff mascot for the summer, and his name is made up of the first letter of each of our staffs’ names (an easy way to remember all nine members of staff). We stole Blergsstr (the bird) from staff training in Houston, and fell in love with him. Blergsstr represents all that was amazing about my time in Honduras, and is the reason why I will never forget not only the country and the memories, but the lovely lovely people I had the fortune to share them with. BLERGSSTR (the people) made the hard times bearable and the fun times some of the most fun I’ve had in my life. Without those crazy 8 people I would never have survived 2 months of some of the hardest work I’ve ever done, and I certainly wouldn’t have signed up to do it again this summer in Panama. Although post-Honduras we live all over the United States (in 8 different states, ranging from California, to Montana, to Kansas, to New York!!) I still talk to them on a regular basis, and they will forever hold a dear place in my heart. I learned a lot from BLERGSSTR, and I miss them all like you wouldn’t believe. I only hope that at some other point in my life I have the fortune to work with another group of people who can make the shittiest day of my life feel like the best, make me laugh when I want to cry, and who support and understand me through everything […Alright, so I know THAT won’t happen, but it’s what I will strive for, if not in my coworkers, then at least in my future husband :)]
Blergsstr (the bird) currently resides with my pepto-chugging boss in Northern California, although I hope to one day be reunited with him and all the amazing people he represents.