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Published: October 1st 2008
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Chapel
Lovely view of the chapel from the fountain Ok... so I haven't written a blog entry for more than a week now. For those of you who read them diligently, I am truly sorry. For those of you who find these blog updates to be a just another spam e-mail, your welcome.
That being said, lets begin with today's entry.
This last weekend I decided to go visit Karina for Dia de La Biblia. It is a day when Christians have church services in the park, carry their Bibles in public and (you guessed it) march like it was going out of style. Seriously, these people really love to march. Every time something is celebrated a marching band walks by complete with color guards and baton twirlers. Its like the ultimate punchline to a joke or the grand solution to the most difficult of mathematical equations.
It's not that I dislike marching bands, I just wonder if they know any other forms of celebration. Apparently they do, I caught rumor of a few Holidays involving singing, dancing and fireworks. I'll let you know when I see it with my own gringo eyeballs.
So anyway... where was I?
Right, Bible day!
So I
Fountain
Great place to sit and people watch. was in Paraiso for Bible day, which I thought was Saturday (the Honduran Sabbath) but was actually Sunday, and it was pretty sweet. The day started at about 7:00 AM. I was woken up by Karina and her Mom getting ready outside my room. I was really sleepy and I figured I had some time to catch a few morning Zzz's so I relaxed for a bit. When I finally got out of bed and stepped outside Karina and her mother were rushing around as if we were late. At first I felt a bit embarrassed for sleeping that extra ten minutes, but then I was just mesmerized at what was happening.
You see, I have never seen Hondurans rush anywhere for anything. If its "laid back" you seek then look no further, Honduras is the textbook definition. Go ahead, check your dictionary. You look up "Relaxed" in your dictionary and you will surely find a photo of some Honduran guy, on a horse, holding a chicken or some colored rope or something. He might have a look on his face that says "Why is this white guy taking my photo?" and his shirt, if he has one on,
Arch
this arch thingy is pretty nice, if your into arch thingies. will be unbuttoned. This is because Hondurans are laid back. They are laid back so far they are practically asleep. Grass sits around and watches Hondurans grow. They make sloths seem motivated. Really, I mean it.
So I was standing there, in awe of what was happening, when my "NY rush around nerve" kicked into full gear and before I knew it I was tying my shoes, brushing my teeth, drinking my coffee and taking a shower all at the same time. I wouldn't recommend it, the shower turns your shoes soggy and the coffee spoils the toothpaste. We were all running around the house like a kitchen full of chefs preparing a meal for some kind of queen or president of the aliens or something else important like those first two things.
Karina's mom was fixing her hair and moving things, Karina was getting dressed and cleaning and I already told you what I was doing so I'll spare you the repetition. Before I knew it we were out the door and into the street, moving at a slow run. Although I went along with all of this, it did feel a bit strange. I had never
Hey there!
This is what the chapel looks like up close. It is really big and makes you dizzy when you stand next to it. seen these people move this fast. Really, I have never seen it. I felt like I was watching turtles on treadmills. It was pretty sweet. When we finally got to wherever we were going we just stood and waited. Now I was feeling at home.
Hurry up and wait - THE AMERICAN WAY - finally something I understood.
It sounds like a joke, but it really did make me feel good to be early for something. The rushing to get there made the taste that much sweeter.
You might be wondering where "There" was. Well, I'll tell you. "There" was in the street about fifteen blocks downhill of the park. We were going to be marching in the parade. I took my place in line and was handed a little white flag with which I was to wave when I saw fit. Each church was represented by separate marching groups composed of that churches members. Amor Viviente is Paraiso's biggest church and Pastor Andres told me that I was the first Gringo to march on Bible day. I guess my trophy is in the mail, still waiting. The church, being as big as it is, had imported a marching band from Tegus'. It was pretty sweet.
Anywho, we marched through the hot sun up to the park where we then sat in the shade and listened to a few speakers. We also sang a whole bunch of Latin songs. Singing Latin songs with Latinos is always a good time. The festivities went on for a few hours. Karina and I sampled some of Paraiso's more tasty treats including fried banana chips, ice cream and chili roasted peanuts.
After everything was over I hitched a ride to the bus station with Karina's uncles. Then took the bus back to Comayagua. All in all it was a very fun weekend.
In this blog I have included some photos unrelated to Bible day. I didn't have my camera. These are photos of the central park in Comayagua. Enjoy!
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Eric Chaffee
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mmmm. coffee toothpaste. it just might sell!!!