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A lot has gone down since my last post.  I failed the language interview. Spent an extra week in intensive Spanish classes. Spent an hour on the side of a busy street because of a blown out tire.  Pushed a car up a muddy road. Passed the language interview. Had a private swear in ceremony. Rode a bus for eight hours. Met my new counterpart. Visited the Mayan Ruins in Copan Ruinas. And, finally made it to my city.

My first language interview went about as well as the final flight on the Hindenburg.  An extra language facilitator was brought in to, well I guess mix it up, and guess who got her.  That’s right I did.  Walking across the lawn towards that fateful classroom I started to feel a bit nervous, a feeling that I would equate with Stage One of bubble guts.  Upon crossing the threshold and laying eyes upon my interrogator I went straight to Stage Four.  Needless to say it didn’t go so well.  I was approached a short time later and told that I was going to get to spend an extra week in intensive Spanish classes.

The week went down without much trouble that was until the night before my second interview.  My family, God bless them, wanted to give me a proper farewell, which in Honduras or maybe just in my family is done with fried chicken and ice cream.  Well ice cream is a tricky proposition in some parts of Honduras because of the lack of grocery stores on every corner.  In my case it required a short trip to Tegucigalpa.  After purchasing the ice cream I noticed that the right front tire of the car looked dangerously low.  After mentioning this to my host father he took appropriate measures and drove us to the nearest tire shop to get some air.  We got air, made a quick stop at the neighborhood chicken fryer and hit the road.  About two kilometers later I heard a pop and felt some rubber graze my hand.  I didn’t even need to look down to know what had happened.  After an intense hour of battling Sanpopos, winged ant like creatures that normally appear in Honduras after rain, help arrived, our neighbor with a jack and an extra tire.  And then the rain started.  You are probably thinking to yourself, so what’s the big deal?  Well in Honduras when it rains, it rains and when your driveway is a steep dirt hill this usually spells disaster.  I would say that we made it up a quarter of the way before all traction was lost and the car began to slide backwards. One hour and a lot of mud later we made it home and enjoyed liquid ice cream and fried chicken.

Now, I am working with an Escuela Taller (technical school) in Gracias, Lempira.  I will be the in-house business advisor to their business incubator.  I will try to take some photos of the town and post them as most of the photos on the Internet do it little justice.

As a final note, I know that I have not been good at posting pictures but as luck would have it I did have a friend who did a great job. Link to pictures of Ojojona (where I spent the last 2 months). Thank Owen.