Robert woke me and Viet up at like 7:00 am. We were so tired because we were up until 2:00 am last night. Last night we went to the Red Frog and Viavia. We were going to find a new hotel so Robert asked a lady that he knew and she brought us to a nice one. We ate breakfast. I had Baleadas which consists of a tortilla, bean, and this weird cheese. Afterwards, we went around and looked at the city. There are tons of powerlines everywhere. There were about 5-10 going to each house and building. There were about 10-20 going from pole to pole. Robert said that more than half of them do not even work. They have a town center place in the middle of the pueblo where everyone gathers at night and during the day. Robert said that everyday something is going on here. There are no grocery stores. There are little stores the size of a bedroom with bread, vegetables, rice, coke, drinks and Walgreen products all shoved into a little room. These stores are like on every street. All of the streets are made of cobble stone. This whole village is located in a valley pit. If you look all around, there are mountains surrounding the city. The city is probably the size of two palmetto pines neighborhoods, but a square shape. I went back to the hotel and sleep from 11 am – 4:30 pm. We went to eat some dinner at this one pizza place. An American owned and operated it. The pizza was decent. The way the people live here is crazy. Most of them probably don’t have hot water. We went to the Red Frog again tonight and had a crazy time. The whole day and night, random people came up to Robert and said Feliz Cumpleanos Roberto. Haha. Everyone knows Robert here because there are only like 4 gringos living in the whole village. Two old guys, a girl, and Robert. We played beer pong with some people. There are about 10 gringos in the city because they go to Spanish School for 3 weeks and then go back to Ohio and California. The Ohioans are like in the peace corps or something. They are going to a village on Wednesday. They had to come to Copan for three weeks to learn Spanish before they went to the village. The girl from California had her work send her here because for her new job she is going to have to speak Spanish. She is also here for three weeks. She leaves on Friday. So as you can see, no gringos live here and no gringos vacation here. There are tons of gangs here and no one goes to school. The guy here said that in Siguatepeque, the town that Robert is from, to be initiated into a gang, they have to kill a gringo. Last week, a Hondureno that had blue eyes was shot because they thought he was a gringo. People always die here. If a person dies in a car crash or gets murdered, they just lay on the side of the road like roadkill. It is so unexplainable here, I wish I could put into words how poor and interesting the way people live in Honduras. I went to Hondutel to talk to my dad and to talk to Kaitlyn to let them know that I got here and that I’m ok.
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