Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Behans Never Quit: 14 April 2014

Hermanas Behan and Gonzalez with Roger and Patricia at Patricia's baptism.

 ¡Hola familia y amigos!

So I finally figured out what Hna. Lopez reminds me of. You know the pigs on the game Angry Birds? That's what she looks like, in a more attractive humanized Tongan-looking womanly sense. Something about her facial expressions are exactly the same. She isn't Tongan, she's Guatemalan, but she's got this androgynous Pacific Islander thing going on which is cool. Really thick, defined eyebrows..super long jet black curly hair..and she rolls her eyes a lot. Like the pigs! I wish you could see her so you could congratulate me for how right I am.

I also may or may not have lied to Ana Rosa (our food cita) and told her that I have an aversion to gluten (aka rice and tortillas), and it may or may not have been the smartest thing I've done on my entire mission.  "Thou shalt not lie unto thy fellow men, but unto the woman who makest thy food, thou mayest change the truth slightly, so that thy waist line may wax smaller in the land." 1 Caribbeans 12:14

Monday, April 14, 2014

Tsunami? 7 April 2014

¡Hola familia y amigos!

First P-Day in Corinto. A cruise ship pulled in today so we just kind of walked around and laughed at all of the tourists who were bumping into each other and taking pictures. I wish that they weren't so blatantly stereotypical, but they were. Several American men with pot bellies strutting around saying loudly in English, "We want BEER! and COLD!" and tiny little Asian men dressed in lime green pants and riding some sort of weird, modern looking bikes, covered from head to foot by clothing, including white bandanas attached to large sun hats to cover their faces (they kind of looked like futuristic Bee-keepers, haha).  I think they'll probably be sunburned, but fingers crossed they make it out of Nicaragua okay.

I also ate half of a salad that I thought was full of pepper, but turned out to be ants.  Awesome.

Starfish and Streetlights: 31 March 2014

¡Hola familia y amigos!

This email is going to be really long. So, prepare yourselves.

Actually, all of my letters are long, so, it won't really be that different for you. Anyway. Moving on.

There. Is. So. Much. Dust. Here. Right. Now.

I swept three times in our house yesterday, and when I woke up this morning, there was so much dust my flip flops left footprints on the floor.  It's disgusting. And we live on the third floor with a less than effective ceiling (yeah . . . we might as well just take the ceiling off all together. Make it easier for our pet pigeons to enter), so it's even worse.  Renewed respect for those who survived the Dust Bowl, that is for sure.