She's back!

Sarah's back! And not in a matchbox either, you'll be glad to hear. I spotted her wandering down the street looking sunburnt and a little tired, so I took her to buy the Vasitos that I bought with Genesis. That, at least, made sure she was relatively calm before telling her exactly how stressed out everyone was. It turns out she never actually lost her passport, but got 'fraped' by her friend (for those not of my generation a frape is when someone sees the opportunity of an open facebook page and takes it by changing all sorts of things, in this case, her status, saying she had lost her passport). People over here weren't best pleased to find out they had been worried for nothing so she's in the dog-house a little at the moment.
We also found out we are being visited by Jen and Vegas in a month and we'll be heading off to Lago de Yojoa again to stay with them for a while. What will be nice is finally all the Honduran volunteers back together again and findiong out how they've all been managing in their projects for the past half year. Most of them I haven't seensince August!
So, on Thursday or Friday, I can't remember which, Genesis and I had decided to make Pastelitos on Saturday. Pastelitos are basically little pastry things filled with meat, rice and potatoes and, in theory, I now know how to make them. In theory. In reality our failed attempts almost set the house on fire and poisoned us to the point where we had to just give up, dissect them, and eat the insides. We then spent the next hour on our backs on the couch groaning about sore stomachs. I still don't know what went wrong! The dough was burnt and raw all at once. Fail. But like i said, I know the theory, some day I'll try again.
Also on Saturday, I gave Mauricio his first Italian lesson, which, after a slow start he seems to be gettng the hang of. He says he woke up on Sunday with Italian phrases running through his head. We also burnt all the rubbish in the feild next to his house, no joke. Well, we tried at least. In the field there's about seven tonnes of plastic waste that's just been thrown there for years so we burnt it. Definitely think you aren't supposed to burn plastic bottles but hey ho. The fumes probably counter-acted some of the affect of the pastelitos.
Sunday was less eventful, I didn't burn anything or poison anyone but these two guys had come to the house on Thursday preaching , one Honduran and one American so we chatted for a bit and I promised them I'd go to church on Sunday. I ended up getting completely lost and found myself at the Telan police station with no idea where this church was and in the end, went to the wrong one. But I saw them again and I said this time I'd find the right place. So we'll see how that works out next Sunday. I like Sundays, seeing everyone in their Sunday best is such a refreshing change from tank tops and shorts.  Everyone, or nearly everyone makes a real effort to look presentable on a Sunday and the beach is completely bare in the morning only to get unmaneuverably busy in the afternoon.
For the kids in the Primary this week is exam week and after that I'll be starting the 2nd grade Maths classes again (or Math as they call it). So I'm looking forward to being reunited with my babies. Hopefully they'll speak a tad more English this time around.
Asta Luego.