A day in the life (and a little bit about the weather)

I've just woken up to find the rain has finally gone away and it's a beautiful Sunday morning. I am definitely welcoming this rare bit of sunshine, not only so I can work on my Honduran tan (jk, or maybe not...), but also so that my clothes and bedsheets on the roof will finally dry! The rainy season has finally started in lovely Santa Rosa. According to those who have lived here longer than I, and are thus far more knowledgeable about weather patterns, its going to be sunny until about 4pm every day and then it will start raining. Well, thats all well and good in my book, since I'll be done with school and home by then. These Copanecos tend to be quite sagacious about the ways of Honduras, but they have been FUCKING WRONG about the weather. No hard feelings though. It seems to me that it rained for about 5 days straight, stopping only occassionally so that the clouds to have a siesta and the stray dogs could come out of hiding to find some sopping wet food from the garbage. My sincere hope is that this past week was a fluke, a trick, una broma de Madre Tierra, if you will, and that from now on we will have at least a few hours of sun everyday. Wow, I really sound like I'm complaining about the weather. Goddamn Californians ruining my unassailable Chicagoan attitude about the weather...

I've just made my morning coffee; Honduran coffee straight from our coffee factory here in Santa Rosa. Unlike my Sunday mornings back in Chicago, I am not nursing a tequila hangover or recovering from a long night out in Wrigleyville. Last night I called up Chris (our English friend who has lived in Honduras for two years now) and we decided to go out for a relaxing beer. As soon as Chris had walked down the hill from his house to ours, he, Sarah, and I were off to Cheros, one of our favorite little spots in Santa Rosa. This family owned and operated place, with 6 plastic tables and a TV invariably turned on to a fútbol game, has amazing food and cheap beer. Whether its day or night, there's a crazy drunk man or two that it pays to ignore, but the food is worth it, and the drunks tend to leave you alone if you ignore them for long enough. Last night, como siempre, I ordered two tostadas de pollo and a Port Royal (my fav beer in Honduras). The three of us spent an hour eating, drinking, chilling, and watching the last half of the Marathon - Olimpia fútbol game. On the way home, in the rain I might add, we stopped in to the ice cream place down the block from our house and Sarah and I got some ice cream. At home, slightly damp from the rain, Chris sprawled out on one of our uncomfortable couches and we talked for a bit while he dried off and prepared for his hike up the hill to his house. After Chris left, I retired to my room, watched two episodes of Entourage, season 5, and then passed out for the night (I'm all caught up with Gossip Girl, Californication, and The Office).

Today I think I'll go to the Sunday farmer's market down the street with Sarah. We have yet to peruse the wooden stalls at this market, but we've heard that they have some great produce. Then I'll need to attend to my teacher duties: grading papers and writing some tests. Around 3, Sarah and I will probably head over to the orphanage to volunteer for a couple of hours before dinner.

And that, my friends, is a pretty typical weekend in Santa Rosa de Copán, Honduras. Its a pretty chill life, if i do say so myself.

This is the view of my town from the roof of my house.