38 lemps!

You know what’s a great feeling? When you get a really good deal on something and then you go tell someone who will appreciate that good deal and you start by saying, “I found the cheapest peanut butter ever,” and they say “What, like 40 lemps?” and really it was THIRTY-EIGHT. It’s a real winning feeling, which I know my Gramma will appreciate. Plus, I’m now stocked up on peanut butter for a long while, even with eating it like crazy, as I have been lately.

On the other hand, it sucks to be overpaying for busses on account of being a gringa. If Hondurans ask me for directions (this has happened to me twice in the last few days, in cities I don’t really know), aren’t I blending in enough? Apparently not. I overpaid twice today, but after saving other money (the peanut butter, bargaining at the market, getting a few jalons), I didn’t really feel so bad about it.

Finally, I randomly found the blog of a PCV here from a few cycles ago…she’s a wat/san person who’s leaving pretty soon. I wanted to share her blog because I think it’s really good, very detailed, and captures a lot of things I’ve felt or experienced and hadn’t put into words. I won’t put the link up on the side, since that’s only people here from my training class, but I did want to offer her up as another Honduran PCV perspective. Her entries are VERY long (maybe they’ll help make mine appear shorter), so I know most of you won’t really read her, but you can just click through and scan and read the things that stand out – her lists, her conversations, her pictures. She’s got a lot of good, funny stuff and I enjoyed spending the last 3 days reading basically all of it.