It's Been So Long....

I just realized that it has been an entire month now since I updated my blog. Honestly; life has been so busy that this is the first time I've had to sit down and actually collect my thoughts on the events of the past month and let you all know how things have been going.
April was by far the craziest month that I've had down here and definitely the fastest. I spend a lovely 10 days back in Boston visiting with friends and family, then the group from Holy Family came down here for 10 days when I returned. It was fantastic to spend time with all of them, and super emotional and important to me for them to see the relationships I've developed with people and the friends that I have made during my time here. I hope that my parents in particular were able to really enjoy this experience. In particular, meeting DonaMarina and Wendy, two of the best friends that I've made here. (To the H.F group..I've distributed all of the things that you left here to the people I know need them most and everyone is eternally grateful. It's nice to be walking down the streets of Juticalpa and to see someone pass by wearing a Rockland soccer shirt!)
In any case, having my friends and family here with me was an interesting experience for me. During my time here; I haven't had much of an opportunity to pass time with one of the church groups because I was always so busy with work and spending time with my friends here, etc, etc. It was funny for me to be reminded of things that are comical here to the typical North American; because so many of these things are just "normal" to me now. Yes; it is comical to get stuck in "traffic" (and have traffic be a herd of cattle walking down the main road). Men holding guns outside the supermercado IS a little intimidating. Rice and beans and tortillas 7 days a week DOES get old. It IS pretty funny when the chicken restaurant in town doesn't have chicken! It was amusing to me to see people's reactions to the things that I just find so mainstream now. I guess I am becoming a tad bit more Honduran even though I am not fully concious of it!
From another standpoint, I feel as though I have developed a different understanding of life here and the culture. Things that didn't bother me last year when I came down with the group deeply bother me now. I have to admit that I cringed a little when a few people were snapping photos of houses made of stick and children clothed in rags. At a couple of points, I felt guilty feeling like we were on a "white people's grand tour of the poverty that is Honduras". I guess during my time here I have developed more of a compassion for these people. Although they are very poor; they are still human beings with the same feelings as the rest of us. I know that no one meant anything to be offensive during our visits here. A year ago I was in the same time and place. I truly think that it is only something that one can understand after passing a long amount of time here. At this time and place, I truly feel as though I am straddling two cultures...the one I left behind nine months ago, and the one I have been living on a day to day basis since August. It is a very odd feeling, and at times I feel pretty misunderstood and it is difficult to process things and try to get people to understand how I am feeling about things. In any case, it was great to spend time with people who mean so much to me and even more rewarding for them to see the love I have developed for these people here. In the end, I took the bus to Tegus with Victor, Carlos, and Juan Carlos to bring them all to the airport and I definitely had a teary goodbye. I've been homesick since, and this is the first time I've felt this way since my arrival in August. Again; I think that is because I am truly adjusted to my life here and it's surprising to me how well I've adjusted.
This weekend was especially eventful , because it was a reminder of just how different our culture is in the States. I went with Wendy to her family's campo off in a remote village about 45 minutes from here to help prepare for; then celebrate her little sister's 15th birthday. Let me tell you, it was quite an event. Have you ever seen "My Super Sweet 16" on MTV? Well, picture that program and you will have an idea of what yesterday's fiesta was like. Her sister wore a long white wedding type dress and had 6 "Honor Maids" clothed in ridiculously fancy hot pink dresses. There was a church procession with a grand march, and a crowing ceremony. The whole thing was very interesting to me to say the least. When I tell you it was similar to and as big of an event as a wedding, I'm not exaggerating! I thoroughly enjoyed myself though; and it was great to meet all of Wendy's family and to celebrate with them. They were all so welcoming and so excited to have me there. I love spending time there as it is normally so peaceful, but this weekend was a different story. There was a lot to do! I had fun making tortillas by candlelight until 12a.m for the 50 or so party guests the next day (they don't have electricity out there). Wendy's whole family were in love with my headlamp; which we used to meticulously decorate the church for the mass the night before in the pitch black. Sleeping in a bed with 3 or 4 other people was also quite the experience for me. Here; 12 people will live in a 2 bedroom house with 3 mattresses. I also witnessed the slaughtering of the family pig for the fiesta. During our arrival on Friday; I was introduced to the cow and asked if I liked her. When I said I did; they said "We hope she tastes good!" 3 hours later, I was helping them cook literally pounds and pounds of meat for the party. Luis Carlos; Wendy's son, took some pictures. I won't post them here because I have to admit, that my stomach still hasn't stopped turning since I witnessed the slaughtering. The thought of becoming a vegeterian has passed through my mind in the past 48 hours to say the least. Poor Bessie! In any case, visiting the Campo was a great time. Wendy's family is amazing and they are so hospitable...BUT it made me realize just how relative things are. Driving back into Juticalpa and seeing civilization last night was a great feeling; even though there are many times where I feel like we live in the middle of nowhere. I have to admit; I don't think I could live on a Campo. What a reminder though of how lucky we are here even in Juticalpa. Electricity is a beautiful thing! As is the Esso station and the Dispensa with (gasp) a variety of different foods! I think that I want to spend some more time on the Campo; because it is a true Honduran experience!