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Published: December 15th 2008
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Andres David
Pastor Andres' little chump of a son. Wow, 18 days without a blog post. I bet most of you thought I had given up. However, I have just been busy. I rediscovered Skype and since then I have been communicating with a few relatives more than before. I have also been planning the wedding, writing exams for the second quarter and playing NHL 2k9 on the Wii. Thanks to my aunt Dorthy, Mr.Josh and myself have been competing head to head on a nightly basis. No far I am the better hockey player, but he isn't so bad... for a Honduran.
So where did we last leave off in the story? What was our main character doing? Ah yes, the drag race in Paraiso. Well we certainly have a lot of information to cover before the quiz, lets get started.
First lets talk about
"Crazy Hair Day." The seniors, in an effort to raise money for their community service, decided to have a day promoting crazy hair and clothing. It was a huge success. Most all the students came to school looking like Honduran Christmas trees. Every color and style was represented as our run of the mill private school turned into a living bag of skittles. It
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I don't even know what to say about this. was totally wild and really fun. The only negative result was that the, already faded, attention span of the students tended to disappear completely. I ended up shaving half my head and beard, so I looked absolutely ridiculous. I made sure to plan fun activities for that day so I wouldn't have to discipline anyone. It's hard to be taken seriously when half of your head is shaven.
I also have taken a few trips to Paraiso. Most recently I went to take part in the
yearly church bazaar. It was pretty fun. In fact, on the way to the Bazaar Karina and I saw
huge people made out of plaster. Apparently there was some rally to raise awareness for HIV. I stopped and snapped a few shots. They hold no importance to the rest of the weekend, but that is what life is like in Honduras. Random things happen everyday making the unusual quite ordinary.
People donated all sorts of items to the church bazaar and they sold it all. There were plants, irons, cell phones, clothing, bed sets, microwaves, dinner tables, teddy bears and even a fake wedding. The church decided to put on a fake civil wedding for Karina and myself. People
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I wish my math teacher was this cool. started shouting "100 Lempira for a wedding, 50 if your already married!" Good times were had by all. Karina was a bit upset and surprised at first. She doesn't enjoy being the center of attention. Unfortunately, for her, she married a Holmes and I just so happen to be the youngest and therefore I am, statistically, the most attention starved.
On a side note, any of you who know me will know that I was never deprived of attention. Kudos to Mom and Dad.
After Karina settled into the charade she seemed to enjoy herself. I noted that her glare turned into a smile and eventually a full on laugh. They dressed her up in a vale and gave her some fake flowers to hold, then everybody started chanting, "Beso, beso, beso." This put me on the hot-seat, because I had never kissed Karina in front of her entire church before. Honduran churches aren't like North American churches. Silly Billy can't go around, willy nilly, kissing every bible thumping sweetheart he sees. The people here are more conservative. At least, that is what they tell you when you step off the boat.
Before you know it you'll
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Fake weddings always make me smile. end up in front of the entire congregation wondering just what kind of "Beso" are these people looking for? I was feeling the pressure, man I really was. Like a Roman gladiator, who happens to be a conscientious objector, surrounded by a crowd of screaming onlookers with their thumbs turned down. I gave a kiss on the cheek but that wasn't good enough. They were like chained pit bulls lunging towards a defenseless rabbit clutching his donut. Blood would be spilled if these animals didn't see us swap some spit. After about 30 seconds the pastor stepped in and said that we would save the "real" kiss for the wedding. Sure, it's more like after the bazaar, but whatever you say. Don't get me wrong, I have no qualms when it comes to showing my affection publicly, but when it is forced upon me I get a bit apprehensive. I almost went Joe Pesci on those people, "What am I a clown here to amuse you? Do a little song and dance, give out a beso here or there? Eh?"
Other than the bazaar, Karina and I spent some time planning out the wedding reception. We have decided to
Groomsmen
Alejandro will be one of my groomsmen. Great sense of humor on this guy. have the reception at
Hotel Mario Chaves. It is the nicest hotel in town... in other words "It is better than the other one." Paraiso is a small town so they don't need many hotels. Small town monopolies on the tourism business isn't regulated too closely here. We spent most the time, at the hotel, planning out where my family will stay and how we will set the tables. For those
Sabres fans out there, you'll be happy to know that our wedding colors are blue and gold.
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Tio Tom
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¡Jajajaja!
"a defenseless rabbit clutching his donut" this made me laugh! And, is Alejandro's tie an example of his sense of humor, or are those things all the rage in Honduras? I just want to know if I need to get one of these . . .