Besos and Tortillas

I got a kiss. I got a kiss, hey hey hey hey. I’ve gone to Emanuel church about four times now. Twice since I’ve been back. Both times, I’ve sat next to a couple with a little boy about 8 years old. I still don’t know his name. He’s been watching my every move. Tonight at church, I poked him in the stomach when he raised his hands to stretch. He first smiled, and then he frowned. Maybe I went too far, I thought. But then, after the service (the kids leave during the middle), he came up to me and said adios. I leaned down and said adios back and he wrapped his hands around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. Two words: church rocks.

I’m turning Honduran. On the way to church today, I wore high heels. Not a smart idea to wear high heels…EVER, but especially to walk a far distance on rocky roads. I don’t know how these women do it. That’s all they ever wear. Next time, I’ll wear my crocs there and throw the tacones on when the church is in view.

Eva did indeed teach me how to make tortillas. It’s rather easy, and although my circles aren’t perfect, they turned out edible! I cooked her dinner that night, and had extras so I gave them to Silvio. I don’t know if they just don’t want to insult me, but they really liked my cooking. Maybe it’s in my blood. Maybe it’s in the name, haha. Cooking is my new favorite pastime. For me, it’s an art. I never really know what I’m doing, but thank goodness, most times the food turns out asi asi is when I’m not cooking for anyone else. My PC friend enjoyed my cooking too, but I think it’s because he normally eats beans and rice…all the time.

I’m heading to Nicaragua next week to visit some friends I haven’t seen in a while. I’m excited about being there, but not so excited about the trip. I’m afraid my camera and mp3 player won’t come with me, they’ll be safer here. Because all the roads are so curvy, it’s hard to read on the bus rides. Maybe I’ll find some more kissing children.