Yefrín

Last Wednesday Richie and I took several buses from Antigua over to the town of Chalmeca, in the department of Copán, in Honduras. From Chalmeca we rented a three-wheeled mototaxi to transport us, our luggage, and a five-gallon jug of purified water up a bumpy road to the house of the Pérez family in the village of Limón, where Richie had stayed for three weeks during his study program in Central America last year. During our five days there we picked coffee and beans, rode a horse, milked a cow and drank the milk fresh, drank the milk of a fresh coconut, tried to make tortillas, played in a river, washed our own clothes, bathed by moonlight, played soccer, learned some songs and card games, and talked a lot in Spanish. The family was so welcoming and hospitable - we were almost always fed first, and a young couple slept on the floor in another building so that we could have our own room. Every time I walked into the kitchen the grandfather would get up from his chair and say ¨sit, sit!¨ We also laughed a lot. Our last night there we played games with a group of little kids from the town, that, as Richie put it, were way better than duck, duck, goose. The kids were really cute, and would keep asking us if we knew more games. It was a great way to learn about rural Latin American culture, and get some good Spanish practice. Oh, and when one of the older boys asked for my phone number, he put my name into his phone as Yefrín.