So we started our homestay portion of the trip two nights ago. I was so nervous before I left, but my family is awesome! There's Doña Miriam, the head bia of the casa, her son Ronald, and his son Marcelo who is 8 years old. The first night was super nerve-wrecking. Everyone in the house only speaks Spanish, but Marcelo studies English one day a week at his school, so he has a lot of patience with me. I think it's easier for us to communicate because he's been exposed to the process of learning a language and will break up the words in a sentence for me to get up to speed. Doña Miriam had dinner ready for me when I got there.. best meal I've had yet! It was some variation of spaghetti, with fried plantains (my faaaaavorite). We then watched the soccer game between Honduras and Mexico. I learned quickly not to cheer for Mexico. Lots of homework that night, so it was a little stressful to try to get that all done, but Marcelo helped edit my paper (without failing to make fun of it first). The next morning I went on a run, super rough, and then was served breakfast of more bread than I could ever eat.
Last night was a lot easier. The family claims that my Spanish is pretty good and that they can understand me. They had three other family members over, so the Spanish was flyin pretty quickly. We ate pizza though which was awesie. And Marcelo really opened up to me. He's a freaking ninja, he can do all kinds of cartwheels and handstands... Maybe he can teach me some tricks along with the Spanish. Oh, and he made fun of my pod-like toes. Meth, I know you'll appreciate that.
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