Arrival!

9:20, Honduran time. I step off the plane in Miami and work my way through customs. I have been travelling for 22 hours straight. Despite my tiredness though it feels good to be back, the air tastes surprisingy familiar and it is a tolerable 24 degrees. There´s a man there to pick me up and take me and some German girl to the hostel where I pass out on my bed within seconds and that´s that. The next day my host´s mother Miss Graciella (called Miss despite the fact that she´s been married God knows how long) comes to pick me up with her husand. They speak no english and my Spnish is atrociously bad at first but I soon get back into the swing of things and make decent conversation and they tell me all Tela´s gossip. We stop at this place to eat lunch where they buy me a very sickly drink made of blended corn which I pretend to like. It is in fact still sitting in my fridge, untouched. Then continue on to Tela. It´s three o´clock by the time I get there and having arrived on Valentine´s day the school is all in a flurry of pink and red with people all over practicing for a dance competition on Saturday.
You might have thought a bomb exploded in 2nd grade when they saw me. Screaming my name they all ran outside and almost killed me. I challenge anyone to feel more loved than I did being suffocated by twenty seven year olds. Thankfully Miss Juni called them off saying I was injured and shouldn´t be ´molested´. Don´t worry molested means annoyed.
The rest of that day was spent relaxing around the school and catching up with everyone. We had a little lunch party since it was Valentine´s Day and everyone broght in .
Later on I found out that sadly a father of two tudents had been kidnapped yesterday. He was a doctor who was assumed to have money. So on Thursday the entire secondary school marched through Tela with four or so other schools as a peaceful protest against it. We were fighting for peace, as ironic as that sounds.
Apart from that I have been just chilling out the past few days, sorting out my room which was absolutely disgusting when I arrived. I may eventually paint it to get some ominous looking stains off the walls.
Since I found out I am starting on Monday I have been slowly planning lessons, takng my time and trying to figure out a disciplinary scheme for them. I´ve heard they can be pretty rowdy. The children I will be teaching aren´t really children anymore. ´Language´ for 7th, 8th, 9th and 10th grade are now my responsibility (2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th year English) as well as 2nd grade Maths, and Social Studies for 8th grade. That´s is basically American Geography and History. They simply shrugged saying I´d pick it up when I told them I know little to nothing of American History. So that could be interesting. Thankfully it´s only 2 classes a week so I can´t damage their education too substantially.
Now it´s Friday and I´m sitting in the school´s computer room listening to the dance practices going on outside the door and enjoying the fan´s cool breeze on my back.
Asta luego.