It's day two and we have no luggage yet. We shower and put our traveling clothes back on and go to breakfast. OH. MY. GOODNESS. Breakfast. I've never had scrambled eggs taste so good. Juice so sweet. Other things that I had no idea what they were so delicious. Never would have thought of having crepes with chicken in them for breakfast but I'm glad someone did. Mini chocolate croissants. (And I wonder why I gained 10 pounds.) Best. Coffee. Ever.
Full and happily rubbing our bellies, we went back to our room. We longed to go outside and sit at the pool that we could see from our room.
But alas, we had no clothes. Lovey was getting impatient and decided to call American Airlines. Wouldn't you know it? The lady he was talking to had no clue. At the same time, the room phone rang and I answered it and tried my best to get the point of the call, but the Spanish was way too much for me. I turned it over to Lovey who triumphantly yelled that our luggage had arrived! It was delivered to the room and off we went to the pool.
Oh yeah, there were chairs and tables out there but they got moved for the wedding.
I had such a craving for some salsa and Lovey reminded me that we weren't in Mexico. But really, how hard can it be? Just gimme some tomatoes if that's all you've got. Lovey asked for some and in return we received french fries with ketchup. They were awesome but they didn't satisfy my cravings. I guess salsa isn't recognized in all Spanish speaking countries.
We had the rehearsal dinner that night at the bride's half-sister's house. She's a congresswoman and thus has a house the size of, oh, let's say, a small restaurant. The food was spectacular, or so Lovey tells me as I forgot to eat and remembered to continue drinking. There was a live band (the national band for Honduras) and plenty of rum. I'm told that I was attempting to hold a conversation with the bartender in English although I recall speaking to him in Spanish. Maybe I just got confused.
All in all, a good night. Tomorrow is the wedding. What will happen next? Tune in to episode 3 to find out.
I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to take a mini-trek to Honduras but I'm not sure if I could get by on my very very limited Spanish. Do you think you could've survived without your SO's translation?Can't wait to read the rest!
I might have made it. The people are really nice…wait, the men are really nice. The women will stare you down for shits and giggles. If you ask them to speak slowly, they will and some folks speak some English as well.
Ha, I wasn't gonna write it until tomorrow, but I'll squeak it out today. 🙂
i've heard only good things about the central american countries. i so wanna go. maybe in a few years… i want mia to be older so she can enjoy it, too. 🙂
Honduras is kind of Americanized with its franchises (BK, McDonalds, Dunkin Donuts, Popeye's, Church's, KFC, Pizza Hut, Dominos) and they're working to make it even more so. There were at least two malls under construction when we were there. I think we missed the scenery tour since we were without clothes.
So far, this is the only central American country that I've been to. Once all the pictures have been collected, I'll get them up to Flickr so all can see.
Damn Vox died during my episode 3 post so that'll have to wait until tomorrow.