Alias is a show about a spy…

Ok, last time I talked about taking a trip down to Tegucigalpa to visit the head of my project and one of my buddies. Also there was a bit about lots of my host family’s extended family staying at the house, and of course the ever present subject of my future housing. So where to begin? I will begin by apologizing for the long time between updates, especially since I have nothing in the way of cool stories to account for the delay. No one’s ankle was carved up, no more visits from the president, no high school beauty contests…not even a soccer tournament to discuss the ins and outs of Team USA and its plethora of young talent. Sorry, none of that.

As I write this I am nearly 100% in to my own casa. In fact, over the past couple of weeks I have been getting it ready—bought a bed and sheets, built (that’s right) a table—in anticipation of, you know, living there. Here’s the deal (long and uninteresting story made short and uninteresting): I don’t want to live in my own place until I can cook for myself as well…and I can not cook for myself until I get a ride to a bigger city, something that has eluded me thus far…so I am still in my host family’s house. What are you going to do? Yes, I said I would not still be there once I updated the blog. But also, yes, I will wrap up this ordeal by the end of the week, so have no worries—as far as you’re concerned, I am in my own place and it’s great!!

The trip to Teguc was fantastic. It was great to be in a big city again, great to see one of my buddies from training and how he is living and working in his site. My program manager was extremely helpful with all of the questions I had and gave me a ton of useful information. And it was kind of cool to visit PC headquarters as a volunteer, and not as a fledgling volunteer-to-be knockoff. My host parent’s eldest daughter (my host sister?), the one who lives in Teguc but is staying up in Victoria with her three children for the summer, was actually in Teguc at the same time, so she gave me a ride back to the northern town I call home. How great was it to go from sweating getting to the bus station on time, that I would have enough money, and that I could actually carry everything I had with me (not to mention the 5 ½ hour ride) to jumping into a climate-controlled SUV and sitting shotgun for free (for a 3 hour drive)? Extremely great. But I have to confess it was a tad surreal going from penny-pinching and public transportation to an SUV with a backseat full of children and Burger King drive-thru bags. Which one of us is supposed to be doing the helping here?

Work is going well and because I have been so busy getting my house stuff together my non-village visiting days have been packed and very not boring. But there have been a couple noteworthy visits. The first was a couple of weeks ago and my counterpart and I went with the mayor to one village with three other villages within reasonable walking distance. It just so happens that those three do not have potable water systems, so I went to all three that day, checking their sources and looking at the layout of their towns, etc. What was exceptional about this day was that I rode on not one, but two horses amongst the different villages. It was sweet, we were river crossing, mountain climbing horseback fools! Another day I wish I had had a horse because my counterpart at the mayor’s office, a very nice guy, is so laid back and calm about details and appointments and just about everything, that he failed to mention that there was a two hour uphill hike involved. Now I am a young guy and generally try not to shy from a physical challenge, especially when the challenger is significantly older and in no kind of shape at all. But “C’mon!”, as Gob would say, if the day involves four hours of hiking to get to and from a particular village, you’re going to want some sort of advance warning, right? So maybe you can bring a bit more than just a nalgene of water? I got no warning and I was toast. My counterpart brought an empty water bottle because he can just fill it up at anyone’s little well or spring because his stomach is used to everything here. By the time we got to the village I was 90% through my water and had no conceivable way of getting any more for the return—I was anticipating the worst. Luckily the water source this town plans to use for their water system was glorious…glorious! We’re 1100 meters above sea level, there is virtually no higher ground anywhere within miles and miles, and out of the side of this mountain water is GUSHING out with enough pressure to wash an elephant. It was cold and clear and I was dying so I filled up mr. nalgene and had zero problems on the return journey. I don’t know what you call that besides fantastic water and a lucky break for me.

And that is about all she wrote for me—working on the house and visiting villages now and then. I understand the summer of movie sequels is well on its way back in the States. Has anyone seen any or all of them? Who knew there would be another Die Hard and Bourne Identity movies? I would see it all if I were with you guys—tell me how they are! Aside from summer entertainment, I hope everyone is doing well. Much love from Victoria.
Joe