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Published: February 6th 2006
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mayan stone carvings
Look closely and you can see three frogs carved into the stone. 01/26/06
This morning about 4 am I was awoken by some very loud music coming from the street. A mariachi band was playing from the back of someone’s truck. It was so loud! For a moment I thought that it was the stereo that is in the living area. They played two or three songs and I came out to catch the last little bit and saw them blow up some fireworks in the street. It was great. It woke me up but I didn’t mind I thought that it was totally wonderful and I loved it. Apparently this is a very common thing here in Copan. The locals love to celebrate and very lithe event is glorified with fire works that are very loud and sound like gunfire. I really enjoy this cultural difference. In America people celebrate but where will you see a random band playing to one person in the middle of the night from a pickup truck’s bed. I slept on until 7:30 and then got up for some pancakes and café. The syrup that Reyna gave me for the pancakes was foul so I didn’t use it. The pancakes were very good though. I went
to class and studied espanol a little more. I’m learning a lot from the people in the streets to about the language. During my break at class I went for a little walk. A little grimy kid named Freddy who kind of cute came up to me and started talking in a mumble some language. He was standing beside a guy selling ice creams from a box. Freddy followed me to the bank and then down the block. He kept latching on to me. He ran away for a while then he reappeared with some ice cream that he had probably stolen. He gave me one of the ice reams and I ate it. It was very good. Thanked him and we walked on a ways then I went back to escuela. After school I went home and had lunch. It was some Ramen noodles with some kind of meat in it, which I’m guessing was chicken. I mostly ate the noodles and drank the cocoa that Reyna had made. Then after lunch I took a hike up one of the mountains to a hacienda. Hacienda San Lupa is 150 years old. It was a farmhouse with cattle at one
painting on school
Great painting in the village above Copan. point but now is a resort style place to stay. I sat there on the porch that has a beautiful view of the mountains and the ruins and the river that runs through the valley. I was reading a book that they had there on the ruins when an indigenous spiritual man stepped onto porch. His name was Carlos and he had been all over the continent of America. He was very nice and we chatted a while about travel and Copan. I hiked with him and his friend up to a small village that is on top of the mountain range. There were little children running around naked and playing with odd things like broken wheelbarrows. I shot some photos of them. Little girls came up to me with cornhusk dolls and tried to sell them to me. I bought one for less than a dollar, which was a good price for them. I left Carlos and his friend there. They wanted to have pollo sopa. I left and meditated for a while on the beauty of the valley and the landscape of mountains. I followed a little trail back down to the dirt road beside the river and
walked back to the village. By the time I was back to the Town Square it was raining and dark. All day long people had been preparing for a festival that was to happen tonight honoring their newly elected mayor and town officials. When I walked through the central park men were gathered close together huddled under tents drinking cerveza. The streets were crowded with folks and people stood close under the stoops of buildings to avoid the agua. I walked home after seeing a few friends from school and had my dinner in the cocina de Reyna. It was good; frijoles and huevos, and some more of that strange meat. I didn’t eat the strange meat. The café was good. I snuck into my room and munched some chips from the store that I had bought. Then I went out to the fiesta that was just getting started. I walked around a bit and then ran into some friends from the language school. We went down to Via Via which is owned by some Belgians and hung out for a while. I met the owner Alex who is really nice. I left after a while and went back to the fiesta. There was a reggae sounding mariachi band onstage with two voluptuous black women shaking everything they owned on stage. They were quite good at their music. It was nice to here and made me dance. Then I saw some other friends and we just hung out and listened to the band all night. It was a good time.
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moorepants
Jason Moore
estudie su español
I am quite envious of you. Especially about your spanish classes. I would love to be in an enviroment that forced me to learn another language. I may go to Guatemala this summer, so maybe I will get my chance. Peace by with you. - pants