::una contradicción::

I would like to introduce you to a widely used English contradiction. Meet the business of "Mini Super". Everywhere you go here in Honduras you will find a "pulperia" or "trucha" (which is weird because the actual meaning of trucha is a trout-- like the fish). Many times the pulperias/truchas will say "Mini Super" as you see in the picture. I suppose we can forgive the nation of Honduras for this misuse of English prefixes being that their native tongue is not English.

Anyways, I won´t take up more space discussing the misuse of English in a Spanish speaking country. Saturday I had a good time. I only got to sleep till 9am because Joaquin was freaking out-- for some reason lately he enjoys laying at my bedroom door and barking-- get a life Joaquin. But, I just hung around and went to the mall with Gracia and I don´t even remember what else. Saturday night we celebrated doña Tessa´s birthday as well as el día del padre. We had a good time. I met the Garcias uncles, aunts, cousins, etc... Of course always getting a kick out doña Tessa´s mom--Nani. I think I could talk with her all day.

Sunday I went to part of church. I ride to church with Gracia and she got sick and so we ended up going to church at like 10:55 and then I left immediately when it ended. The family of the little boy that I was tutoring wanted to take me to this place they are members of called club arabé. It is basically a country club without the golf course (unless they had a hidden one somewhere-- maybe the secret golf course is for the extremely rich people only). It is also a club that is owned by the Arabs here. On a side not--- The cross-culture experiences that one will incur here in Honduras are vast. On any given day you could meet a Honduran, Arab, Jewish, Korean, or Chinese person-- and if you get really lucky you will meet someone who is somehow a combination of all of these. So a future travel tip to all of those who choose to venture to Honduras-- plan on meeting three-fourths of the world. Anyways back to my Sunday excursion-- not that there that much more to say. I went to the Arab club with the family and we hung out and ate Arab food (go figure-- comida de arabé at a place called club arabé). After we ate we went swimming for an unusually long period of time, but it was fun. I thought my day was over once I was dropped off by the Medina family, but just as I locked the gate to the Garcias home Javier came rolling up in his g-ride. He wanted to go to Baleadas Express (one of my favorite fast-food places here) so I got in the car with him. Well we didn´t go to Baleadas but here is a brief synopsis of my trip with Javier. I fell asleep at his house and I really don´t know how long, we then went and picked up some friends of his and drove them to random places and dropped them off, I insisted we needed to go to Chamelecon to see my cousin who is the head of dieciocho, and then we ended up eating chicken at a Church´s Chicken. So as you can see it was far from eating baleadas and drinking horchata-- but it will work. That is all I have to say now.