my honduran life.

In the past couple weeks I have basically become a Honduran. Well... not really. But oh well.

First I learned how to drive a motorcycle. Am I’m almost to the point where I can drive it by myself. And let me tell you. It is the most glorious thing in the world.

I also have babysat some of the houses for a whole day, with another girl. Sometimes when the parents go to the city they need someone to watch the kids and cook. The first time we babysat the more behaved kids and it was fun. This past week, we watched the crazy kids’ house. Which was also a blast.

But what also comes along with babysitting is cooking. And I'm super duper proud to say that I can cook Honduran food by myself and have several meals that I can cook. All from scratch. And it doesn’t taste too bad.

Last week at church my friend did the welcome, and I prayed in Spanish.

Which was so nerve racking cause the church is made of teenagers and kids, who are mostly guys, that stare you down.

Also… I realized that I stutter when I speak Spanish to people I don’t know, cause I get nervous. Terrible right.

This week at church me and my friend sang with the worship band. Which was interesting enough by itself, not to mention the fact that we aren’t fluent and can’t really sing. It wasn’t nerve racking, but no one could here us, which is fine by me. I think the worship leader turned our mics down on purpose. But hey, I’m not complaining.