Blessed!

I LOVE MY LIFE! How cliche is that? Super cliche, I know! I wake up every morning around 6 am, get ready, and walk 10 minutes to school. On my walk to school, it never fails me! Every single day, I am so in love with my walk to class! I walk down the cobble stone roads with the pastel colored houses on both sides, moto-taxis honking and zooming by as background music, and green, luscious mountains in the distance. How could I ever be upset about having to walk to to work? I can't. I remind myself everyday how blessed I am to have this wonderful opportunity. Like today, we went to run some errands and grab a paleta (Honduran Popsicle) from this lady named Diana, who makes so many awesome flavors! (They are bangin' but that is a completely different story) and as we were sitting there enjoying our paletas trying to wait our the rainstorm we here so many honking horns and yelling. We go to look outside an there is a huge political parade happening down the main street. This year is election year and get this, they have seven candidates in the running. So this parade is just first of many for the next month or so. The rain had let up and we decided to walk back home before it started up again and there was so many people in this parade. It felt like the whole town of Gracias was in the parade! They were blaring their horns, waving flags left and right, yelling, all up and down our main street. It  was wild. They crammed at least 20-30 people in one bed of the truck! It was really neat to experience. It's simple moments like that, that remind me of how awesome and cultural it is to be living in Honduras.

    I think it has finally hit me that I live in Central America, in Gracias, Lempira, Honduras. It took some time but I finally feel like this is my home and that I am no longer just someone visiting. The local fruit stands are getting used to our frequent stops, the moto-taxi drivers are starting to realize that honking at us will not get our attention, and I finally have accepted the fact that I will never NOT sweat, no matter what or how far I go. So living here, yes that has hit me but the whole job thing-no. For the past 2 weeks we have been working on decorating our classrooms, lesson planning, and just preparing for school. However, the actual fact that I no longer am a student yet instead I am the teacher and this is my job, a full time 40 hours a week job has yet to sink in. Tuesday is the first day of classes and words cannot even begin to express the emotions I am feeling. Ecstatic? Nervous? Ready? Scared? Anxious? All the above, I feel it all. I can't wait for the first day of school! So that's my life now it's your turn go outside and enjoy the beauty of life and the world!