This is what I thought our kids would look like. HAHA!
this street is called "la calle del verinche" our little church branch used to be in the white house right next to the orange one, you can't really see it. but it looks like the yellow and orange one.
I grew up three houses down from this pulperia. I would go here everyday to buy candy, food and charamuscas. (frozen juice in a plastic bag)
My parent's new home. My dad designed and constructed the whole thing. I like how he put that little window on the top:) It is so rustic and different. Really reflects my dad's personality.
This is such a my dad picture
I'm not sure what I did here but I was in trouble...
These little taxi's take you all around the little town I live. They are so fun to go in and only cost 50 cents a ride.
Mama Blanca's home is so beautiful and unique. It reminds me of colonial Honduras. With the huge open rooms, the heavy thick windows and doors, and the vibrant colors. She even has the brick floors that can only be cleaned by throwing water at them because they are so rough a mop gets stuck. So much of what she has made or are family heirlooms that have been passed down for generations. There is so much meaning and stories behind everything she owns.
Her backyard is a little wild but I love it!
Mama Blanca's kitchen is so unique and Honduran. That white structure is an oven made of adobe. Most people have regular stoves now but my grandma kept it because she grew up with them. I love her collection of antique kitchenware and Honduran pots. I spent so many mornings in this kitchen as a girl learning to cook from her.
Maria's Wedding
El Zamorano
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Stephen's face: "oh boy what are we eating today... I think those look like chicken legs!"
Hike by our house
Valle de Angeles
This was Stephen's first trip to Honduras. We spent almost a month there and visited many of my favorite locations: Tatumbla, Valle de Angeles, El Zamorano, and Roatan (which will have a post of it's own). One of the best parts of going home is eating true Honduran food. I always gain like 5 pounds when I go home haha. Stephen lost like 5 pounds cause he had diarrhea the first week haha. Honduran food is so heavy and most Americans can't handle it. But by week 2 he became a true Honduran and could handle a plate of my grandma's re fried beans cooked in pig fat. Sounds gross but with some cuajada and tortillas right out of the comal mmmm it's making me hungry just writing about it. Poor Stephen, we do eat some weird stuff. Mama Blanca is the worst. She loves feeding Americans gross stuff and then telling them afterwards what it was. She fed Stephen meat from the pig's face and ears and didn't tell him until after he was done. Stephen just smiled and excused himself to go to the bathroom. Hahah just kidding but really though poor Stephen. You could say a lot of of foods are "acquired tastes".
Just looking at these pictures makes me homesick. I love my land so much and it will always have a place in my heart. It was an experience of a lifetime and it truly made Stephen come to love and appreciate where I came from. We spent most our time hiking, biking, eating Honduran food, visiting local places, and visiting people I grew up with. In the mornings Stephen and I would wake up early and go on a run around the pueblo. I think this was Stephen's favorite thing to do. He was able to appreciate the pure air of the mountains I live in and got to see some beautiful areas. I loved when everyone sat at the dinner table playing games as Mama Blanca knitted next to us and said witty comments about who was losing or who had what cards. I remember deciding in this trip that I would raise my children loving and respecting their Honduran heritage and that I would make whatever sacrifices I could to travel with them so they could broaden their perspectives of the world and how other people live.
