The squad

Game against the eventual champs

Bringing the heat!

The Sportscenter postgame report

Bed of nails at the science museum

Trophies attract ladies!

Finally home!

We didn't win the championship but the baseball tournament was definitely a success (and an adventure). I would like to start by saying thank you to all of you that have helped us with support and donations, without which we wouldn't have been able to afford the trip.

We left our town at 6:30, by 7:30, one kid was already throwing up on the bus and we almost left the assistant coach at the first rest stop. Luckily we had plenty of adults because we just piled on to the public bus and off we went. I think we had more parent support than any team, with 10 of 11 kids bringing a parent and we had to travel the farthest. Our parental support could be due to one of two reasons- 1: they're just really supportive. 2: you think I'm going to send my kid to the capital with Kyler!

After traveling all day we arrived around 4pm and had the fun experience of getting our 22 people into taxis in the middle of the most dangerous neighborhood in the country! We arrived at the stadium (all events were held at the olympic training center- not going to dominate in bejing) just in time to jump in line for the opening ceremony and make our entrance. The ceremony was mostly important people talking and news cameras taking pictures of them. They took a picture of all the coaches too and it was in the paper, which was great except for yours truly staring at something off to the left. When we finally checked into our hotel it was 10pm and everyone was tired. Wait, did I say everyone? Well, everyone except all the kids, who were running around screaming in the hallway (kids are kids everywhere huh?).

The next day the games started. We started out in group play by crushing Santa Maria de La Paz 15-2, and then lost to the powerhouse that is Morolica by a score of 5-2. The Morolica kids were quite large, apparently their cornflakes (no wheaties here) are better than ours. I thought we had a chance for a comeback until they brought in a flamethrower to finish us off. Still, we perservered, and advanced to the semi-finals on account of most runs scored.

The dealer dealt us a tough match as we faced off against last years champions, Cerro Azul, and we couldn't get anything going offensively on our way to a 5-0 loss. The kids were bummed, for about 20 minutes, and then someone brought some pizza and all was well in the world again.

Highlights

-one of my girls (who never hits the ball) hitting one deep into the outfield against a really good pitcher. She was as surprised as the rest and almost forgot to run. When later asked what her secret was, she replied "I just closed my eyes..."

-during the awards ceremony, one of our players won two individual awards, one for most homeruns and the other for most runs scored.

-the above player consoling two girls on the Morolica team after they lost in the championship, he is quite smooth.

-a different, but equally smooth player, going to the hotel room of a fellow female volunteer in the middle of the night for medicine (she was the "pharmacist") only to tell me the next day that he just thought she was really beautiful.

-we went as a team to an interactive museum of science, where the kids were able to learn and have fun at the same time- not a normal thing here.

-thanks to our donations, we were able to go as a team to the mall and watch a movie (this is a big mall, bigger and nicer than all I've visited in the states). Imagine the faces of the kids as they saw all the stores and the size of the place. But most exciting of all were the escalators. I would've needed an elephant strength tranquilizer gun to stop them from going up and down and up and down... The escalators weren't as exciting for a few of the parents, who were quite scared. Problem was to get to the movie theater on the top floor one has to take the escalators. After waiting and encouraging from above, I made made way back down and after a short inspirational speech, arm in arm the mother and went up the escalator, which she jumped from at the top to keep from being eaten alive.

-seeing the kids see themselves on the television in the hotel. surreal.

-yours truly playing in the coaches softball game and going 4-5 with 3HRs and a triple. Even funnier was afterwards receiving an invite to play with a pro team down here. Who knew they had a pro league?

-being up for 4 days straight from 5am to 11pm with kids the entire day, including two days of 10 hour bus rides. So yeah, that's why this blog is a little late, I just woke up.

-the 10 hour bus ride home, with two kids holding the giant regional champions trophy on their lap the entire way.

till next time,

Kyler

Here are some links to articles about the tournament from an online newspaper (they're not in english but there are some photos)

http://www.hondudiario.com/deportes=0908.php

http://www.hondudiario.com/deportes=0902.php

http://www.hondudiario.com/deportes=0894.php

http://www.hondudiario.com/deportes=0918.php

Well I had a blast with my first visitors- Mom and Kathy. It was their first time out of the United States (nobody counts Canada) and that is always a special thing. Everything is different, your senses are being overloaded with new images and information and your eyes and brain just fight to keep pace. So of course I had to take them somewhere familiar to calm their nerves, so their first meal in Honduras was at…Burger King. Not their choice, really, but I only get a “good” hamburger about every six months so they just had to deal with it. Hearing about something is never the same as actually experiencing it and when we got on the road they had to fall asleep or die of worry- people tend to drive fast here and pass on corners and such. The double yellow means two points for the pass instead of one or zero that you’d get for solid or dashed.

They were quite a hit with the neighbors, children and adults alike, and probably haven’t been told how young and beautiful they were (seriously, by everybody everywhere we went) since their high school glory days.

I think they would probably say the highlight of their trip was the next morning at the school, where they played the role of rock-stars with cameras taking pictures of everyone. They joined us at baseball practice and even brought some new equipment. We thought the new bats would be the biggest hit but we underestimated 12 year old boys. The protective cups were by far the most popular, with kids trying them on in turn and then smashing their privates on the closest pole, tree, or bat was at hand. The young ladies on the team just sat around amused.

After practice the visitors were so tired they decided they needed a nap while I headed off to give a class to the teachers. Just when they were about to drift off, they heard a banging on the gate followed by “Señora Debora, Señora Kathy…” Little did they know that the neighborhood kids had planned a mango tasting. The kids all got mangos and then flavored them up with lime juice and chili peppers. The custom here, though, is to eat the mangos when they’re still green, so these mangos had some kick. Our two distinguished visitors put on their best “oh yeah, I really do like it” face and ate sour mangos until they could come up with a good excuse to stop (remember, since I’m not at home, all the communication is done by charades because Mom and Kathy don’t speak Spanish). Apparently they also did some dances, had a fake beauty pageant using my mosquito net as the gown, and taught the kids the “hokey pokey” (just what I need!).

Next, we headed off to the Mayan Ruins where mom’s cane didn’t stop her from climbing to the top of every last pyramid and building in the archeological park. We ate good food and established our routine of the ladies going to bed around nine and Kyler heading out on the town at about the same time, always reuniting for breakfast the next morning- this wonderful routine continued the rest of the trip.

Roatan, the largest of the Bay Islands, was our last and most luxurious leg of the trip. It is a different world from mainland Honduras, in many ways. The people speak English (with a wonderful English accent), and the locals are a mixture of English, Black, and Latino, just to name a few. The islands were a stronghold of the popular pirate Captain Henry Morgan, whom I’m sure you remember from history class and nothing else. We stayed at a nice resort where the reality TV show Temptation Island was filmed. We had a nice house with a/c and an empty stretch of beach to play on. We pretty much just wound down the trip eating at all the nice restaurants and relaxing on the beach, exactly what we all needed.

I think the job of my future could be Honduran tour guide: I point out all the stuff and take care of the logistics, you pay from my room on the beach and yummy food. Any takers?

Thanks to Darcy and friends for the donated soccer gear, the kids will love it.

Happy Mother’s day Mom (and all other moms)

Kyler

It's been a busy few weeks as I try to get ready for my mom and Kathy to come down. First, the minister of education came to town, so the kids got all dressed up and we made signs supporting the local version of No Child Left Behind (which is having more success here than in the states).

Here is a good chance for a laugh at my expense:

We had a few cold days a couple weeks back and I was freezing during my showers, which really upset me because I paid good money for an electric hot shower that was not doing it's job. Let me emphasize, it is very not fun to take a cold shower in a cold house. After a few days of this shower cursing, I finally realized that a week before, when it was really hot, I had flipped the switch to turn off the heating element. So to keep a short story short, all I ever had to do was flip the switch back on.

Last Friday I went with a couple friends to the colonial town of Gracias, just a couple hours away. We attended a salsa class being given by another volunteer and made every volunteer's most important purchase: my first machete. I had looked at many a machete when I finally came across what I knew was "the one." I was sure that it would work for whatever I could find to use it for. The price started out at about $2.50. I tried to bargain the price down, but when the seller didn't budge and had a pistol holstered around his waist, I decided $2.50 was a great price and took my baby home. Now I have no excuse to be bored, because a your machete can never be too sharp!

I have a friend hear who lives up in the mountains and has started a beekeeping co-op with the locals. The bees are African so they sting (there are some here that don't). Wouldn't you guess there aren't a lot of bee suits around here, so that makes his job all the more interesting. So when it's about 90 degrees, he puts on a few sweatshirts and a "bee-hat" that he made from cutting up the moskito net he is supposed to use and goes to work with the bees. He's already skinny so the "sweating the pounds off" thing doesn't appeal to him. He never complains though, just laughs as he tells us about the hole in his pants that he didn't see but then felt the bees stinging his legs. Anyway, they do make good honey.

I'm happy to report that the rainy season is about to return and thinks will go back to being green and muddy instead of brown and dusty. Not sure which I like more, but the heat has been pretty intense and I'm not one to complain about an afternoon rainstorm that allows me a couple hours of relaxing on the porch in the hammock.

ps. thanks to all those that have wished us well and are helping to support the baseball team. We don't leave for another month and a couple kids told me they're already packed. The kids that have televisions have also been catching MLB games on tv, so I've had to teach them to root for the Mariners and Red Sox (they think that is a very silly name) and boo the Yankee's

It’s been awhile so there is a lot to report. I’ll start with my favorite… My baseball team won the regional championship! The Falcons of San Francisco de Valle are the best in the west! We started earlier this year as the bad news bears, no one showing up for practice, kids fighting, taking balls of the face, etc. The most difficult things are always the rewarding, and this was definitely one of those cases. There were times when I didn’t think we’d even get to go to the tournament- not enough kids, no funds for the trip, etc. But then there were days when I’d see a glimmer of hope and remember why I was doing it- an older boy helping a young girl learn how to bat, my player with a notorious bad attitude telling a girl good try when she struck out, the team deciding to elect a president, vice president, secretary, and treasurer to help raise money and make decisions. To raise money we held a movie night for our town. The kids visited the local high school and nervously spoke to each class and sold tickets. We were able to find a projector and rented out the city hall to show a horror movie (the best kind they said). Kids brought microwaves and we sold soda and popcorn and all the kids on the team had a job. The night was a wonderful success and we had about 100 people show up (in our town of 1,500). We made about $75 which was enough to cover our bus trip to the next town. Luckily, about 15 parents showed up to go with us to the regional tournament. The kids were so excited they didn’t sit down the entire trip, just stood there looking out the windows. When we got there the other team was warming up and it was time to play (editor’s note: I was the more nervous than before a college football game). We put on our uniforms and warmed up, and then we did our dance (the 1990’s Atlanta Falcon’s Dirty Bird Dance) to get rid of all the butterflies. We came out on fire, dropping 15 runs on the Santa Rosa Panthers in the first inning. They answered back with 1, and after the time limit was up, we were the winners by score of 17-2. The kids celebrated and then we took a break while we watched Copan Ruins destroy Santa Rosa 15-1. We had to win the next game to move on, and Copan Ruins was the area powerhouse (the only place that already had experience). It was a pitching battle from the start but we knocked in a few runs here and there and we were up 5-2 in the final inning and they had the tying run at the plate. Great time for an injury, so my catcher takes one off the thumb and it dislocates (this is very painful). My assistant coach and I run out and pop it back in, then I smack him on the helmet and tell him sometimes the tendons just jump around and he’ll be fine. I can tell he’s unsure what to think so I tell the ump let’s play ball so he doesn’t think too much and we start up again. My former host brother takes the batter to a full count and then strikes him out for the victory. Parents who have no idea about the rules of baseball are screaming happily as the kids jump for joy. If it were an acceptable thing in this culture, I would have cried at this point (but I didn’t). On the way home the kids screamed the chorus of a rap song they had written about the team out the bus window to whoever would listen, followed by a broken English version of “we are the champions”. Now we have the huge challenge of raising money to get to the capital city 10 hours away. If we can do it, it will be a great experience and the first time to travel far away (or at all) for almost all the kids. (if you would like to help out, we will take donations J, get in touch with my mom) Of course, Vago (the dog) came with us and supported the team! How do I explain how much he has grown? A couple months ago, my favorite part of the day was when I had to go to bed, because I picked up the sleeping Vago and then laid him down in the bedroom. Yesterday he was dead asleep in the doorway and I can’t pick him up anymore so I just got down on my hands and knees and pushed him across the floor (he didn’t even wake up). I’ve started my English classes for the teachers and though the numbers haven’t been as high as previously thought, the class is going well. The teachers I do have seem committed. There are a few that work in small aldeas (villages) four hours away by foot and have to walk back for the class and then get up really early the next morning to get back to their aldeas. Soccer is going good and our team grabbed another second place after going to a shootout in the championship. I’ve been playing forward and I scored three goals in the tournament, though I couldn’t get one in the title game. During the week of Easter, no one works and everyone goes to the beach. So I went to the beach. I ended up in a hotel right on a deserted stretch of beach with 12 friends, it was cheap because we all shared one room (gotta love bunk beds).

That's all folks.

We've been here for awhile, so things that may have at first been new and different are now just "life." But then every once in awhile you see something that reminds you, "this isn't typical for most people." I've had a few of those moments lately, and they've been fun.

I was waiting in line at the corner store to buy a soda, but I was waiting next to a horse that belonged to the guy in front of me. I thought, I've never been standing next to a horse at a 7-11. The guy was actually buying minutes for his cell phone, and he proceeded to jump on the horse and make a call as he rode off.

Sticking with the horse theme, I was walking Vago (the dog) down to the river so he could splash around when I passed three of the 4th graders all riding on the back of one horse. It was an odd site to see three little kids on a horse together, with no adult in site, and of course they knew how to handle that thing.

I was at the park playing basketball with some of the grade schoolers when they had to make a decision about who would be on my team. Instead of flipping a coin the little girl picks up a leaf and spits on it, then tells the boy to choose "dry or wet." Just one of those things that is so normal to them and so interesting to others (me).

That's it for now. It's the hot dry season so there's lots of dust and we're struggling through the 80 degree weather. Wish us luck with that.

ps. the picture is just a panorama I took from a friends farm.

A lot has happened since I last wrote. I was fortunate enough to go with a medical brigade into a small town in the mountains as a translator. They were a group of about 15, including doctors, nurses, construction workers, and people to play with kids. Because they were more or less in our area, 7 of us Peace Corps volunteers were able to go. It was a lot of fun and great to see some people get help when they are so far away from everything. It was sobering though, because people with more serious conditions here are just out of luck.

One woman carried her 3 year old daughter for 2 and 1/2 hours just to get to our "clinic." She said the girl had just hadn't been wanting to walk for the last month, that it hurt. It was decided that she has muscular dystrophy, and her muscles will only be going downhill. I wonder what's in store for her, the land where she lives isn't very conducive to wheelchairs. One thing she will get a lot of is love.

We saw a lot of body aches and pains, as well as a few bot flies (very gross). A few of the older people that came in (80's) that complained of pains, had surely been working hard physical labor in the hot sun for the last 65 years. The work ethic here always amazes me. The little 3 wheeled "moto-taxis" are often driven by teenagers or young men in their 20's. I had the opportunity to talk with one of them during my ride and found out that he works from 6am to 9pm, EVERYDAY. That is 105 hours per week! I'm sure there is a lunch break and a few bathroom breaks in there but when does he have time to do anything? Oh, and if you're wondering how much he makes, it is $10 a day. That is $300 dollars a month. It's not horrible for down here but it isn't great either. $300 dollars a month! I could make that in 3 days with the crappy job of substitute teaching!

Changing gears now...Emily and I had a week of "reconnect" in the capital with all the other youth volunteers. It turned out to be a really good chance to see other projects that people are doing and how we could successfully implement them in our site. Speaking of which, school is starting next week and it looks like we are going to be super busy with all sorts of different things.

Got to watch the Super Bowl last weekend. We got together with a few volunteers who borrowed a projector from work and had a blast. I thought maybe we were some test audience and in real life the Giants hadn't actually won. Crazy.

Oh, I almost forgot, I'm a cowboy now. Life is just better that way.

Sometimes I enjoy passing time by hanging out around the park and just talking to people- the kids who take the money for the shuttle buses, the police officers, and this teenager with polio who is in a wheelchair. I didn't even know polio was still around anymore. How sad, that this kid has a disease that could have been prevented by getting a vaccine when he was a child. Anyways, just hanging out and seeing what happens can lead to some interesting conversations, like this next story...

I was asked an interesting question from one of the local police officers while I was hanging out in the park the other day. Before he asked, he did the look around to see who was around and then lowered his voice, so I knew it was going to be something good. He wanted to know what I, as a U.S. citizen, thought of Barack O’bama, because personally, he was a little worried. He prefaced his comments by saying “I know you guys are all into that equality stuff, but…” He was worried because Barack’s name doesn’t sound “American,” and not only does it not sound American, but it sounds a lot like the names in the countries that we are “at war” with. He also wanted to know where O’bama was born and if I was worried as well. I told him that I was not worried about O’bama actually being a terrorist and he shouldn’t believe everything Rush Limbaugh says. In the end, I think I calmed his fears and convinced him that O’bama would be as good a man as any to lead our country.

Just wanted to give you a little update on what we've been up to/will be up to as far as work.

Kyler:

Emily:

Just kidding. We are working on a lot of different things right now. Let's try this again.

Kyler:

-Still working with the baseball team- the wiffle balls I received have helped practice a ton. Our numbers are down a little bit as school hasn't started back up so the kids are working, but I have a pretty solid core. The regional tournament that we have to win is in March. There is also a little problem of getting money for uniforms. So that's baseball.

-I'm working with Emily's work to try to start a youth soccer league. It is going to be a lot of work but the goal is that once it gets going it will sustain itself and won't need any help from me. So I have been researching uniform costs, how to construct goals, league rules, trying to form a board of directors, and that sort of stuff. It's definitely a challenge but something that the kids really deserve.

-I'll be starting an English class for teachers in March. The teachers will teach their students English and I will observe and support them. This is a project supported by the Honduran Ministry of Education.

-I've got a bunch of old film cameras (and film) and I'd like to use them to do some sort of photography project with the high school.

Emily:

-Emily has a really exciting project on the horizon. There is a house for pregnant women in our neighboring town. Poor women from the aldeas (villages) can stay there for a couple weeks when they are going to give birth (so they are near the hospital). Emily is creating a program to work with the women on health and nutrition for their babies, as well as breathing techniques for the labor.

-In the middle of our park is a brand new kiosk, and Emily would like to start a business there with a group of high school youth. She is working with a business volunteer in the neighboring town to get this done. Things won't really get going until school is back in session.

-She is also teaching community English classes to adults.

-Every Wednesday is story hour at the library for the little kids.

So, this is what we've been up to/will be up to in the near future. Some of these things will work out a lot better than others. We're still really in the beginning of our service and trying to find our niche in what exactly we'll be doing. In a couple weeks we have a "reconnect" workshop with other youth volunteers where we'll learn about new and different projects, as well as discussing what has been working and what hasn't. Till next time...

Kyler

It seems like recently, Emily and I can’t go anywhere without hearing, “Barbie! Barbie!” The thing is, they are talking to me! No, I don’t have long blond hair- but let me give you some background. Last week, I went to a nearby town with the soccer team to play in a game during the other towns fair. I played goalie, and we won 4-0. There was an announcer and when I would make a save he would say, “Oh, great save by Barbie, the Uruguayan.” I thought it was amusing and later my teammates told me that there is some really good goalie from Uruguay nicknamed Barbie. So now sometimes when my teammates see me around town they yell Barbie.

I recently took a trip up to a local coffee farm owned by our friend Joaquin. It was a great time. The landscape resembles the pine forests of eastern Washington with some more tropical plants thrown in. After a long windy drive with a pickup full of people that included a flat tire and the crossing of a few rivers, we arrived at the coffee farm. Coffee beans need shade so people usually plant bananas or oranges. This means there is a huge supply of free bananas and oranges right now (he invited me up to see the farm and cut some bananas). Joaquin grabbed a machete (standard equipment here) and gave me a tour of the various kinds of bananas (minimos, guineos, platanos, filipos). He walked up to the first tree which was about as thick as a telephone pole and with one quick chop the whole thing bent right over and the bananas that used to be 15 feet in the air were now hanging right in front of us. With one more quick chop we had about 50 bananas in our hands. After repeating this process a few more times, usually with me playing out some samurai fantasy and chopping away at the tree, we had a few hundred bananas. So now we have breakfast, lunch, and dinner for a few weeks. It's worth noting that banana trees grown REALLY fast and are only good for one "real" harvest. After the first harvest they grow worthless small and gross bananas. So they can sprout up 15 feet in less than a year. They are also easy to plant, you just chop a piece of the tree off and stick it in the ground. Side note: a few months ago when Joaquin was crossing the river during some big some big rains, he was swept downstream for a good story and some minor scrapes and bruises. Interesting thing is the river was just a trickle when we crossed it. Emily and I just received some “Christmas” packages and want to send a big thanks out to those that put those together. I imagined my grandma going through the checkout line with loads of candy and the clerk wondering if she had the munchies. Little stuff (and big stuff) from home means a lot here and other volunteers also benefit as everyone passes on books and magazines when they finish with them. I also have to add that Vago now has more toys than any dog in Honduras. Though I’m not sure that any of the great toys we received can replace his favorite 30 cent plastic ball that we play soccer with. Emily and I stand at opposite ends of the hallway and Vago stands in the middle, then we play soccer- he’s a tough defender. The interesting thing about dogs here is that a lot of them (50% I’d say) are more or less “wild.” By that I mean that they just wander the streets scavenging for food and they are so skinny and beat up from dog fights that they would all make the news back home in the states for animal abuse. This is because the people here can’t afford to take Bob Barker’s advice because it is really expensive to get your pet spayed or neutered and the only place it can be done is in the larger cities, which is a long expensive trip for most people. Check back shortly as we should have a work update for those interested in what we're doing- like sitting in a hammock and playing with kids isn't work!

Here is a picture of Vago relaxing in the hammock. It's a little tough right now because we only have one hammock and we have 2 humans and 1 dog that always want to use it. Hopefully we'll get a few more after Christmas. This will be our first Christmas outside of the United States and away from family. That will be hard, plus there is no snow. Our neighbors here are all very nice though. As I was walking to Emily's office today they asked if we had a Christmas tree and when I told them no they said that they had one for us to use. The culture here is very giving, but we have to be careful when they ask us about things we need or they will just get it for us or give us theirs, regardless of how little money they have. And here, you really can't turn down a gift. The local soccer tournament just finished up with my team taking home the 2nd place trophy. They lost in a penalty shoot-out. I stopped 3 of 5 shots (which they tell me is good) but we couldn't make enough to win. So of course, they gave the trophy to the gringo as a keepsake. I really appreciated it and will always have that trophy as a great memory. Not a lot of Christmas plans here so Emily and I are going to have a Crib-a-Thon, kinda like my family in the States. Our goal is to play 25 games over the course of the 24th and 25th, but that is a lot, we'll see. We went with Emily's work to Caribbean coast for their company Christmas party. That was a lot of fun as we stayed at a really nice hotel on the beach and ate good (and free) food. It's really weird not being in the U.S. and around all the ads and commercials for Christmas. I realize know that that is a huge part of the "Christmas" season in the states. Kind of sad really. But we will definitely miss everybody during this time of year (not to mention the pies). Merry Christmas and happy new year to everyone!

This is update part 2, so read the one below first! I'm also working on getting some more pictures put up.

In working news, Emily has a story hour at the local library that is quite a hit with the 4-8 year olds. Libraries are different here, you can’t actually check out books, only read them in the library (which is open 4 hours a week) and there aren’t many books. One of my jobs is to start a baseball team with 4th and 5th grade girls. So I went to the classes and asked who wanted to play. Everybody wanted to play. So we had a baseball camp. A few volunteers from elsewhere came and helped teach kids who had never played before. We had 98 kids, and oh, if it doesn’t sound hard enough already, we only had 20 gloves, 14 balls and 5 adults. But they loved it. The biggest success of the camp is that no one was badly hurt. Kind of lucky, considering that the kids could already more or less throw, but had never really caught, especially with their left hand. Thankfully, our numbers have dropped a bit (I only need one team of 15) because it is now “summer” for the school kids. Just like in the states summer coincides with harvest (here, the crop is coffee). Not that kids in the states actually work harvest anymore (except Emily’s brothers). The baseball team still has a long way to go though, when I told the kids they weren’t supposed to slide at first they said that they didn’t want to get hit with the ball. Well, I couldn’t argue with that so until the first baseman can actually catch, they get to slide into first. We have other projects too, but they’re top secret so we can’t discuss them (actually it’s just because this is already so long). I don’t know how I waited so long to tell you all, but I have been playing soccer with the local team. We are called Atletico San Francisco and we’ve got 4 different uniforms. It’s the big time! In my first game I stole the ball and scored a goal. All Emily or I heard about anywhere we went during the next week was my goal. I think it’s the first goal I’ve ever scored in my life. Right now we are playing in a tournament, with games on Sundays, and the town comes out to watch. I tell you, I don’t know if I’ve ever been as nervous as I was before the first game. You know, I don’t even know a lot of the rules, but I can’t really go ask my teammates either. Emily and I got a few packages a couple weeks ago. We were surprised when it took less than two weeks. Thank you very much to our family for the wonderful goodies and photos. The most difficult thing about having one really good chocolate bar in your kitchen is how to decide when to eat it, because once it is gone you won’t get one for another few months. Well that’s all for now. I must say that I will do a better job keeping up with this blog. The end of the school year made for a very busy team here because I became de facto computer genius. And don’t worry, Christmas season is here too, we were in the big mall in the capital and they have a 40 foot tree in the center. Though the Christmas music sounds a little different when it is sunny and 70 degrees.

So it’s been awhile. We’ve been pretty busy around here, especially considering that volunteers are usually not very busy during their first few months. It would make sense to write about the past weeks in some sort of chronological order but that’s just not my style. The best news goes first! We got a dog. We found a wonderful golden retriever pup in the capital city. He was raised with a wonderful family and was FAT when we got him. Now our site is about 10 hours from the capital so we were a little worried about having him in the crowded buses for so long…but….he did a great job. He pretty much slept the whole way and never made a mess. Now for those of you thinking “I didn’t know you could take a dog on a bus?” Around here, you can take damn near anything on a bus. Some are nicer “coach” style busses but a lot are also “chicken buses,” which are really just old school buses. But they are named chicken busses because people bring live chickens on them. Whenever I see them, the people usually just tie the feet together and tuck them under their arm. Finding a name for our dog was difficult, but then we decided on Hurley. Cute name, we thought. Well we live on a hill and when we were trying to walk the dog up the hill and all the neighbors were sitting around outside of course he wanted to embarrass us so he wouldn’t walk. So the neighbors took to calling him Vago, a slang word for lazy. So now our Hurley is officially had a name change to Vago (Spanish note: the pronunciation is more similar to bog (like the place) then “o”). Other big news! The president of Honduras came to our small town. That would be akin to President Bush visiting Emily’s bustling home town of Colton Washington. He didn’t arrive by road because that would take too long, so he flew in on his helicopter. Now where do you land a helicopter in a poor rural Honduran town? Well, you would need somewhere large and flat…so…the soccer stadium (I say stadium just because it has a big concrete fence around it, there are no stands- there is a bench though). Now there are a few people that have keys to the stadium- the mayor’s office, soccer organization, and me. I don’t know what happened with the rest of them but early on the morning the president was coming a guy from the mayor’s office showed up asking to borrow my key because they couldn’t find theirs. I gave it to him, but looking back; I should have gone there and opened the gate myself for the president. What if we weren’t around? Sorry Mr. President, we can’t find the gringos with the key. The president brought quite an entourage, six helicopters landed on the field. Apparently Emily was on tv; or course, I was standing in the crowd near the president and Emily (who loves to stand- NOT! Not jokes work really well in writing!) was sitting in the park without a care in the world. We are also happy to announce that we’ve moved into our own house. The week before we moved in was spent painting the entire house- bright happy colors of course. We did orange, yellow, green, and blue. It looks wonderful and the very relieved landlord likes it as well. She was noticeably nervous when we began! Right now, we are a little lacking in furniture, we have a bed and one plastic chair. But that means plenty of room for indoor soccer, yoga, and dog tricks. Our plan is for furniture is to use only hammocks (and some plastic chairs for the table we will get). We’ll get a couple hammock chairs and a couple regular hammocks. It’s exciting to be in a new neighborhood with wonderful neighbors but we’ll miss our old family- and they had tv. I think I’ll be visiting them on Sundays to watch football. Our favorite holiday has passed. Thanksgiving. We had a great little gathering here in Western Honduras. About 15 volunteers got together, and had a real Thanksgiving meal. Some of the stuff was sent by family from the states (yams, cranberry stuff, etc), and others were home grown. The turkey was a concern during the week before as we couldn’t find one to kill (not like hunting, but find a family that would sell us a turkey). The guys in the neighboring town finally found one but chickened out (no pun intended) at the last minute and paid an old lady to do the dirty work of the killing. We ate around a huge elegant table that fit us all (it was actually a ping pong table with tablecloths over it) outside under a warm 65 degree evening. I broke this into two parts because it was too long.

Hello from San Francisco del Valle, our home. We are now official Peace Corps volunteers, our swearing in ceremony was held at the U.S. Embassy (9/27/07). There was a lot of media there and I (Kyler) was on national television telling where I was from, where I would be living, and what I would be doing. There was a picture of a bunch of us in the national paper the next day, half of Emily’s body made it, but I didn’t make it at all. After the ceremony we went to the ambassador’s house for an afternoon of fun that included swimming, volleyball, basketball, and tennis courts. It was a really fun way to spend our last few hours together before we all had to split up and go to our respective sites. I want to talk a little about what we are going to be doing for the next couple years, now that we have a pretty good idea. Emily and I have different counterparts but we can work with each other on projects depending how busy we each are. Emily will be working mainly with the organization World Vision, you may have heard of it, it is an organization that works worldwide to help underprivileged children. She will be working mainly in the very small communities (aldeas) around our community. I will be working with three counterparts, the local grade school, the mayor’s office, and the District Office of Education for our “county.” The local grade school is a wonderful and well run school, we’ve already seen the band (4th-6th grades) play at a few different community functions and they also have a “dancing club” that does traditional Honduran dances during festivals and celebrations. As far as the work we’ll be doing there, it is a little early to tell, right now we’re getting to know the students and teachers and then we’ll do a needs assessment. Their school year ends in November, though, and starts again in February. I am sure of one project I will be doing with the grade school, a baseball team. There are volunteers all over the country that have teams, and every year there are regional tournaments and then a national tournament in the capital city. Baseball is just now growing as a sport here and Peace Corps likes it because of the teamwork it uses, there are no leagues except for in the two largest cities, so anyone else that is playing, is playing with Peace Corps. My team will be new, so none of the kids have ever played before, that should be an interesting first practice! The kids can be 8-12 years old and you have to have girls on the team. With the District Office I will be doing a training of teachers to teach English classes in the public schools. I will be working with 4th, 5th, and 6th grade teachers, teaching them the curriculum then observing them teach it to their students and helping them with problems that arise. After we have a better understanding of the needs of the local teachers, we can give other trainings on different subjects. With the mayor’s office, I can create youth clubs or organizations, or deal with any youth needs that are present in the community. Yeah, pretty vague at this point, but I haven’t had a chance to talk with him yet because we’ve been having the town festival for the last week. They set up everything in the park and there are all sorts of events going on everyday. I think they crown a new king and queen of something everyday- coffee, the town, the festival, etc. There is also a small ferris wheel (25 ft high). A “carnie” stands at the bottom and spins it by hand! There have foosball, a version of roulette, games where you shoot the thing on the wall to win a prize, and lots of candy and french fries for sale. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us, but we also have to remember that things move at a different pace here.

The wait is over, we finally know where we will be living for the next two years, and really we couldn´t be happier. Our new town is called San Francisco del Valle. It is a small town, of about 1,000 people located in the western part of the country. We may already be partial, but the western part of the country is the most beautiful. It is full of green rolling hills and semi-tropical vegetation. Our small town is also located close to the Mayan Ruins at Copán, which is nice because then anyone coming to visit us can also easily visit the ruins. We are about 4 hours south of the second largest city in the country, San Pedro Sula, though we don´t have much reason to go there anyways, it is pretty dangerous. Are town is pretty small and doesn´t have all the conveniences but it is only 2km from the neighboring town that is medium sized and has restaraunts, internet, and small-scale shopping.

It is quite a trip from the capital though, about 10 hours by bus. We are sandwiched in the western corner of the country, about 18 miles from both Guatemala and El Salvador. This region is very safe and the people here are very nice. Also, we were excited to discover that it is not blazing hot here. It is usually 70-85 degrees and there is a dry season and a wet season. A variety of fruits can also be found in this region- pineapples, watermelons, oranges, limes, lemons, and bananas can all be grown here. This area is also famous for its coffee farming. Yesterday as we travelled around the mountain towns with our coworkers we passed coffee farms all along the side of the road. Now to this point in our lives Emily and I haven´t been coffee drinkers. We are going to give it a try, though we aren´t sure if that´s a good idea or not.

Our host family here is very nice and quite well off. Obviously there are many views of the immigration problems in the U.S. but I feel that he did it the "right way." He worked long hours in the U.S. for four years so he could come home and open his own business and farm. He now has a coffee farm and a construction business here in Honduras. We were happy to see that because a lot of parents that leave Honduras for the U.S. never come back. Emily and I have both just finished reading a really good book about the journey of a young boy from Honduras to the U.S. in search of his mother who left him. We recommend it to anybody and everybody, regardless of your stance on the issue. It shows what the journey to the U.S. entails and the positive and negative consequences for the people involved. The book is titled "Enrique´s Journey."

The actual trip to our site was quite a journey within itself. We were lucky enough to get a ride with another volunteer who´s coworker brought a van and was going to a town near ours. Otherwise we would have had to pack 5 huge bags on a few different buses and hope not to lose any. We started at 5am, the first challenge was the lingering smell of gasoline (Emily says antifreeze and she´s from a farm so she´s probably right) that permeated the van the entire trip. At first it gave us a headache but letter we just started to think that everything was very funny. Our driver was very good but the rules of the road are different here. Double yellow on a corner means go faster when you pass and lay on the horn. We continued more or less without incident until we were only 5 miles from our town and we blew a tire in the crater sized holes in the road. This was on the highway, this stretch is full of BIG holes that are around 6 inches deep. The driver changed the tire in the dark and we made it to town, by this time it was 8pm. Then we couldn´t find our host family´s home so a couple local kids jumped in the back of the truck and took us there. Also, there was no electricity, but we made and we love it. In the center of town is a park with a 114 year old Ceiba tree, very cool.

We spent all day yesterday meeting our counterparts, coworkers, and kids at the school. Tonight we have a dinner with the mayor and a meeting with the 190 or so teachers in the district/county. Tomorrow we will go back to the capital on the 10 hour bus for one more week of training and then we will swear in as official volunteers on September 27. And then we get back on the bus and make the trip here again. We´ll tell you more about who we will be working with and what we will be doing in the next blog.

It’s been a long time! It’s difficult to summarize the highlights because they are all the little things that we experience along the way. This experience is nearly impossible to comprehend unless you are living or have lived it. The numerous horses and donkeys that just wonder around the streets, the funny/rude comments we get in English from people who generally have no idea what they are saying, going to teach a class and then realizing the students aren’t there because the teachers are on strike (again), realizing that you and your friends bought all the ice cream in town and are going to have to wait another week to get more, and every animal possible barking, meowing, hee hawing, naying, and cock a doodling all night long just for the fun of it.

We are counting the days until training is over, 25 I think. Training is hard work and long days. Our Spanish is coming along but now we realize that we were kidding ourselves thinking that we would leave training as fluent speakers, there is just too much to learn and too little time. The good news is that almost all of the volunteers we meet are at a very high level of Spanish, meaning a lot of learning happens when you are at your site.

We have been having a lot of fun with our family here, they took us to a corn festival in a large nearby city, we ate some corn and had a great time. The highlight of the trip was definitely the stop at a small supermarket (which we don’t have in our current town) where we bough peanut butter and jelly and became the envy of all other volunteers. Seriously, we have become easily amused and typically have very boring conversations. Watching the ants at work or talking about foods we miss from home. I think we are all in the first stage of craziness. There is kind of a theory that all volunteers more or less lose it after being in site for a year. So for those who thought we left weird, wait until we come back. Today we went with our family to a small place where the mother grew up. I won´t call it a village because it´s just a few houses. We felt honored that they took us there and our mother introduced us as her new children. We took the opportunity to stock up on some fruit and veggies that the extended family had growing in various trees. There were HUGE papayas, avacados, bananas, plantains, and other small sweet fruits that are yummy but I don´t know the names in English because we don´t have them in the states.

We have been working extremely hard recently. Typically what happens is some current volunteers come and train us in how to teach a certain concept or work with a certain group (small businesses, self-esteem, youth sports, libraries, HIV, arts and crafts) and then the next day we go and work with that group or concept (in groups of 3), putting into practice what we learned. It is really fun to get into the schools and actually work with the students and in some cases parents (we gave a couple classes to parents of the schools we work in- nutrition, family unity, discipline and stuff like that). The kids seem to love us (or maybe just the break from regular work) and we always get them involved.

This last week we gave our most difficult charla (class) yet. It was a four hour charla about HIV/AIDS to local high school students. We received the charla in the morning from our trainers, had 3 hours to plan, and then gave it the next day. If that doesn’t sound hard enough remember that we had to do the whole thing in Spanish. The kids actually had a good time and learned a lot, we did a pre and post test and “computerized” the results (sadly, I’m already losing my English vocabulary- limited as it was to begin with). The highlight of the charla was having the students put condoms on bananas. Now when they see us around town we won’t just be the gringos, we’ll be the “banana condom” gringos.

I set a record. Because of my mother I sometimes us a step-o-meter thing (pedometer?) to count my steps. I went with a couple friends to a national park and by the end of it all I had walked some 34,000 steps and 22 miles (so it said). I almost walked four more just so I could say I did a marathon. Let’s just say it was fun and all but I’ll never walk that far again (not to mention it was extremely uphill).

We met another volunteer who is about to finish his service. He is from Washington as well. He told us of a Washingtonian tradition, there is a book here with pictures from Washington and it has been passed down from one Washington volunteer to the next, so people could share it with their families and communities. It looks like it’s been here for awhile and it has some great notes in it. It is now in our hands (our goal is not to lose it).

So far the highlight of Cantaranas has to be our dog story. During training we heard a rumor that dogs could actual become stuck together during sex. We debated this topic for awhile and then it happened…we were startled by the noise, dogs aren’t supposed to sound like that, we ran outside to check it out, and there it was, two dogs, our dogs, were stuck together. The female would try to walk away and the male would yelp (understandably) in pain. Like any other smart person, we got the camera and made it a Kodak moment for all. Apparently our female dog was in heat and our male dog couldn’t keep his dirty hands off her. He wasn’t the only one, during that week, I’d look out the front door and there would be five or six dogs just standing there staring at our female. PLEASE, listen to Bob Barker and get your pets spayed or neutered!

p.s. a big shout to Ferndale and UW for taking care of business.

Well we still don`t have a winner from last week`s trivia. That either means no one reads the blog or you could care less about the trivia. I`m going to pretend it`s the latter, and maybe the fact that word got around that winners weren`t receiving their prizes :)

We are at our new site now, there is no internet so we have to take a bus on the weekends to use internet. It`s really hot here, and there is malaria and dengue fever. We are all much more scared of the latter as a few people in the town have recently died from dengue. Not to worry though, we have good medical care here. This town is a lot different from Santa Lucia. The families have never hosted a volunteer and we get a lot more attention and have to deal with more American stereotypes.

Our family is very nice. There is a mother (Maria del Carmen), an older sister with a child (3 yr old), another younger sister (10) , a 17 year old brother, and a 5 year old brother. We will be with them for the next six weeks. I`ll try to put some pics of our new living situation on here next week. It`s been a week of culture shock for some here, but it`s nice because we are really getting down to the nitty gritty in training. On Monday, we split into groups of 5 and spent the morning at schools in different villages near our small town. The kids were very excited to see us. We will be working with them once a week for the next six weeks. Our assignment is to design and impliment some recreational activities for the kids to do (and that teachers could use later), the teachers are already quite busy.

Our assigned school has about 55 kids in two classrooms. There are two teachers, one teaches 1st, 3rd, and 6th grades, and the other teaches 2nd, 4th, and 5th grades- all at the same time. The kids are just grouped according to age and the teacher moves from one age to the next. The communities are very agriculturally oriented, and most the kids and parents work harvesting tomatos in the afternoons.

As my birthday is coming up (yes November is fast in coming), I`m working on a wish list from the states. It will include very expensive things like thai red curry paste, south park dvds, and spices. I see that I missed history- I didn´t see Bonds hit 756. Our new family does have a tv, but it`s always tuned to discovery kids. I know all the spanish cartoon sing a longs!

Interesting Observations from the last week:

- There are no street names (anywhere), and all the roads around our new home look similar, so we`ve had to find a way to remember where we live. Fear not, we`ve got it, go 100 yards past the ice cream shop and take a left at the donkey. Seriously, if the donkey`s not there, it`s hard to get home.

- We have a chicken and a rooster, and they sleep in the tree in the yard- there is a ladder so they can get up.

- After our fourth day, the 3 year old finally spoke to us (well, to Emily, not me). She said "adios momily."

- Our cold water bucket shower is wonderful, because it is really hot.

- All dogs here are really long- somewhere there is a studly and proud weiner dog.

Adios to all and thanks for reading, we miss you. make sure to leave your name when you comment or text message us.

Carlos (kyler) and Emily

Scott won last week’s trivia! Congratulations to Brayden, who probably found the answer for him. This last week has been an eventful one. On Wednesday we went to a large outdoor market in Tegucigalpa (capital) to practice our Spanish and to negotiate a good price. Our host mother gave us a list of things to buy and we had to go buy it at less than the normal “gringo price.” Emily and I did quite wonderful according to our mom. We came back with the correct items (a past volunteer came back with limes when he was supposed to get avocados) and at a good price. Going to the capital also meant FAST FOOD! We had our first McDonald’s, Dunkin Donuts, Pizza Hut, and Quizno’s. McDonald’s is quite high class here. They even walk the food to your table for you. On Thursday we went on a volunteer visit. That means, we were given directions on a piece of paper and told to find a current volunteer and spend the weekend with them. Emily and I made a two hour journey east toward Nicaragua to the small town of Jacaleapa (don’t even try to pronounce it). There we met up with a female volunteer from Ohio. Like us, her project is Youth Development, so we got to see a little bit of what she does. She actually lives in a “guest house” of the mayor’s family. There aren’t really any restaurants in her town, so we ate lunch at the high school (schools usually have a little comedor with food and stuff). We also got to see her teach an English class to Honduran teachers who will teach English. She trains the teachers in methodology and pronunciation, as well as giving them Peace Corps provided textbooks. The teachers will have to pass the class at 80% to receive their diplomas and become certified. One single mother/teacher was especially dedicated- she travels over an hour to work each way and depending on the rain, sometimes has to wade through a river up to her waist to get there. She works up in the mountains and transportation is sparse, so she stays up there all week and comes down on the weekends, to the city where she “lives” and her daughter goes to school. People like her are the reasons we give the classes. We left on Saturday because she and a few other volunteers were heading up into the mountains to do a leadership camp for exceptional youth, who will then go back to their respective communities and educate their peers. There wasn’t going to be enough foods or beds so we didn’t make the camp. It was nice to actually visit a volunteer and see the kind of stuff that we may be able to do. It was also nice to see how some of the volunteers live. Even though she lived with the mayor, the water was literally brown (straight from the river- she had a tadpole come out of the faucet once) and we had to take bucket showers. We actually didn’t mind the bucket showers (especially after mixing some hot water from the stove), you can get a pretty good amount of water pressure by dumping a bucket on your head! To flush her toilet, you just dump a bucket of water down the bowl and it does the trick every time. WARNING: This paragraph is all about contacting us, etc. So if you don’t care, skip it! We got a cell phone last week! It cost us $40 though I later saw the same one for $25. The cell phones here don’t come with plans but instead you just purchase cards when you want more time. Because of competition here, it’s cheaper to call the U.S. than to call your neighbor, but still expensive on a Peace Corps budget. So it’d be wonderful if you could call us! You just have to buy any phone card that works for Central America. A good place to look would be wherever there are large immigrant communities. I think you dial 011-504-9765-4589. Lots of numbers huh? The first three are the country code, the next like an area code, and the last eight are our number. You can also text us but I’m not sure the charges on that. So now you have our address (on side panel à) and our phone number. No excuses! If you’re computer savvy (you’re reading a blog so you must be), then you can send us free text messages from the site www.tigo.hn. Just follow instructions, write the message and put in our phone number. It’s also a little sad around here, this week we move to a new site for Field Based Training, so we are going to miss our family and the rest of our volunteer that are not in Youth Development. On a high note, our host sister found a tarantula today. Then our mom lit a bunch of paper on fire and they burned it! There was also a big scorpion in our house the other night, we couldn’t get him, so hopefully he likes us. This week’s trivia: Who is the President of Honduras and what is his party?

Bonus: Who was the last U.S. president to visit Honduras and why?

I´ve added a link to the webpage with our photo albums. There aren´t too many pictures in there yet because it takes about 15 minutes to add one photo, but I´ll be adding more in the future.

As far as us, things are well. We have a lime tree and and I made a lot of fresh limeade today, it was quite wonderful but I drank a little too much. Saturday is always a cleaning day. This morning, Emily went on a trip with some girls and I cleaned the house and washed clothes for a couple hours! For those worried about the spiders...be afraid, be very afraid...we kill about 5 spiders everyday.

Congratulations to last week’s trivia winner: Erica Dahl. She will be receiving a complimentary toothbrush and floss. The highlight of last week was a party on Saturday night that our host mothers put on for us. There was food, games, and dancing. I volunteered to play musical chairs. I lost. When I lost I was told that I had to do something- sing, dance, whatever. So I grabbed the mic like Barry White and seranaded Emily with a beautiful Spanish love song. I figured if I had to be embarrassed she might as well join me!

We´ve been here 15 days but it feels like an eternity. Already people are craving items from the states- chocolate, cheese nips, candy- it´s kind of like being in detox. Spanish classes are moving along. I had to give two 10-15 minute presentations in Spanish, wish I had them on tape, they’d be real entertaining someday when I can actually speak.

I’ve done a lot of athletic things and I’ve been in pretty good shape but I’ve never walked this much in my life. And it really is uphill both ways. Our walk to school through the woods is so steep that we can’t come home that way- we slide down the hill and can’t get footing. I go to the “campo” to play soccer a few times a week. Usually it is a mix of a few volunteers and more locals. I’m used to being really good at sports, so soccer is a bit difficult; I mean yeah, I’m still fast and I can kick it a bit, but I’m no Ronaldihno. Soccer is really fun though, except that the field is a mile or so below the town, so the walk home after the game is really hard. This last weekend four other volunteers and I went to La Tigra National Park, which is about an hour away. The adventure was mostly just getting there, because we had no knowledge of the bus schedule. The park is a really pretty cloud forest with waterfalls and great views. It was nice to get out of our little town for the day. Next week we will go in small groups to the markets in the capital to practice our Spanish and buy local fruits and vegetables. A few groups went today, and they returned with Dunkin Donuts and stories of triple decker Baskin Robin’s ice cream cones. They were quickly beaten up by their tortilla eating comrades. A few of the guys and I have taken to going to the pool hall sometimes after school. It is a nice getaway and girls aren’t allowed (women in pool halls are generally considered prostitutes) so we get to go there and gossip. In a couple weeks we’ll be splitting up into our respective groups (Youth Development, Municipal Development, and Protected Areas Management) and heading to different cities for Field Based Training. We’ve had many experts come to speak with us about the problems concerning youth in Honduras and I think we have a better grasp of what we’ll be doing. Basically, during the first few months, we’ll be trying to integrate into the community, observe the local culture/customs, and try to do a needs assessment with the local youth. We will be assigned local leaders to work with and we’ll try to implement projects that will benefit the community. The other groups will immediately be able to see tangible results: new water systems, trees planted, etc. That is our challenge, working with youth you don’t immediately (if ever) see the fruits of your labor. More on that boring work stuff some other day. Our training class has had four people leave now. They left for various reasons, but this whole experience entails a lot of change and generally people don’t like change. There are the obvious things like a different country, different language, different food, having parents again (be home by 9pm!), missing family, and a new job. There are also smaller things like not being able to just “get” the food you want (small town stores don’t have much and no fast food), having to wait days to finish your laundry- clothes won’t dry because it’s been raining for a week, jogging with rocks in your hand so you have something to throw at the dogs, and tons of little cultural things- especially gender stereotypes for women. Really, everyone knew this when they signed up but it can be difficult to deal with nonetheless. As far as female stereotypes, the Honduran guys weren’t too happy when they saw girls coming to play with us, but when we started to play and they saw the girls could more than hold their own and never hesitated to pass them the ball. It was funny to hear them when one of the girls blasted a perfect cross. That’s us, knockin’ down barriers one at a time!

I almost forgot this week´s trivia, whatever would you do? What are the main exports of Honduras (besides illegal immigrants)?

Hello Everyone! We miss you all! Congratulations to last week’s trivia winner- Jason Iwasaki! Jason has won a 7 day, 6 night stay here in Honduras with us. Airfare not included! Jason, I’ll send the I.O.U. through email. A shout out to Bernie who was just a few minutes behind Jason. Also, I fixed the comment rules, so now you shouldn’t have to sign up for anything to leave a comment- let me know if there are problems. Well, Emily and I are here in Santa Lucia and things are going well. Our host family is great, we actually have a little apartment type building above their house. There is a mother, father, 16 year old daughter, and 6 year old boy. But the neighbor is family too and everyone hangs out together. We hang out with the kids as much as possible, they are very helpful in practicing Spanish and we are less afraid of sounding like idiots in front of them. Our father is a construction worker and our mother makes and sells tortillas at the pulperia (small store) next door that her sister owns. She makes about 3,000 tortillas a day! We are also very close to the training center; our walk is about 5 minutes compared to others who have a 25 minute walk. We live on a hill, and we just head through the forest and then catch a trail to the training center. There are a lot of spiders here, and really I’m torn- apparently they eat the mosquitoes, but I really hate spiders. Our family doesn’t have a refrigerator and they use an outdoor wood stove for cooking but the food has been great so far. The town itself is pretty. It has a lot of hills. So forget those buns of steel videos and just come walk around here for a few days. Like all Central American towns, in the center of town is a park. There are stairs near the park where you can hike up and see the entire town and many miles down into the valley. It is a beautiful view! There is also a green lagoon and basketball court near the town center. I’m still exploring so I’ll update you in due time. Also, I’ll try to get some pictures on here (or to a linked site) so you have a better idea as to our living situation and the town. We have class everyday from 7:30-4:30 and half days on Saturday. So far we’ve had a lot of introductory type lectures and team building activities. The trainers here are excellent and really know what they’re doing. We had our language interviews today to see what classes we’d be placed in next week. For the interview, you basically just sit down and talk with a teacher in Spanish for about 20 minutes. There are three level at each stage and there are three stages: Novice, Intermediate, and Advanced. There are a few people past advanced, they get to do something else. They make everyone else sick! Today was the first time we’ve had any free time so we all had planned to meet up for a game of soccer. It was pouring down rain though so I didn’t think anyone would be there. I made the 20 minute walk on my own and low and behold there were 15-20 volunteers there. We all got completely drenched and had a very ugly game of soccer. The field overlooks miles of mountains and valleys and is quite nice. Our group of trainees has become quite close and we’ve only been together a week. I really can’t stress how impressive these people are. Everyone is very competent, and has the ability to either lead or follow depending on the situation. I’m glad we have 10 more weeks together, but it will be sad when we all split up to go to our sites. We laugh a lot too, they told us that 10 people from the group that just finished their service got married- either to other volunteers or to Honduran nationals. So Emily and I have a game where we try to decide who is going to end up in a relationship together. The guys have pretty good odds here- there are 9 single guys and 29 single girls (10 of us already married). So guys, forget your dating scene, join the Peace Corps and your odds skyrocket. They try to keep us out of trouble by telling us the laws and customs around here. Having a date typically means having a chaperone and meeting the parents, and dating “around” isn’t done. Here’s one for ya, if you get someone under 18 (legal age here) pregnant, you either go jail or marry them- hmmm? It sounds like most current volunteers here have cell phones and that they are quite affordable. Hopefully, Emily and I will be getting one in the future, we aren’t allowed to travel to the capital during training, so it may be awhile. That means that anyone from the states could call us directly (with a phone card I believe) and obviously that we could call you as well. So that was really long- congrats to all of you who made it the entire way- real troopers! This week’s trivia question will test your Google ability: -Do Malaria and Dengue Fever come from the same mosquitoes, and when do those mosquitoes bite? Buena suerta a todos (good luck to all)!

It's finally happening. We are official PC trainees. We are in Washington D.C. for more "staging" tomorrow and then leave for Honduras on Wednesday. Today we were scheduled to go to a luncheon with Laura Bush. This is not a normal PC thing but the "Conference of the Americas" is going on right now and they wanted some PC people for a photo op. She was giving a speech in the neighboring room, we stood around for about an hour, then she came in and talked with us for a few minutes- asking where we were from and thanking us for our service. After the pics the Secret Service whisked her away. We are supposed to get copies of the pic and I'll try to post it.

It's great to finally meet the other trainees. There are 48 of us in all, with a strong NW representation. There are people from Wenatchee, South Bend (southwest WA), Eugene, Boise. and SW Oregon. Most people are young (the average PC age is 27), but we have one 60+ guy and a middle aged woman. It is a pretty impressive group as far as degrees and job experience in volunteering and leadership activities. Unlike many of you seem to think, there aren't any hippies, in fact the closest thing to some hippies is a weird couple from Bellingham :)

We got to meet a few PC big wigs- Communications Director, some other important Directors, and the Latin America Director. Emily and I were able to talk with the Latin American Director at length while waiting for Laura Bush, she was a wonderful lady with lots to say.

I must say it's really nice to be here and see other people that are going to be doing the same thing as us. It makes us feel halfway sane. We discussed our anxieties and fears and everyone was nervous about missing family, and hoping that people would come visit...hint hint. We also talked about weird stuff we brought, one girl said she brought a crib board but wasn't sure how to play. I said I brought a crib board too and I'll teach you how to play! Another girl had a friend that was "arty," he made her a doll of himself, complete with his real hair and recorded messages inside the doll from him. How come we didn't get any of those?

One more day left in the U.S....hmmm....what should we do? I know! We'll spend it sitting in a hotel conference room listening to lectures about health and safety! We wish we had some time to get out and see D.C. a little bit. All we've done is drive by the monuments and walk around our expensive area, Dupont Circle. It seems like a nice city with lots to do...it'll have to wait.

We hope all is well with everyone and we miss you already. We welcome all comments- funny, serious, mean, sarcastic, let your personality shine through! I'll try to keep this relatively up to date and I'll also be posting a trivia question with each blog (post a comment with the answer- first one wins), so check back with regularity and you could be rewarded.

Today's question...

How many Peace Corps volunteers are currently serving in Honduras? This is the first one so I'll give you a hint- use one of the links to find the answer.