Words I would have never learned if it weren't for Honduras

golpe de estado (coup d'etat) and toque de queda (curfew)

The short version: I'm STILL not a Peace Corps Volunteer

The long version:
Monday – Mel Zelaya decides to return to Honduras
3:30 – curfew announced (starting at 4:00), teachers freak out, because our training center is at least half an hour from Teguc where they all live, we all go home early
I start feeling sick, but don't think anything of it
Tuesday – curfew extended, no classes, I stay in bed all day feeling pretty awful, curfew extended again
Wednesday – I do not receive the news about not having class again, get up and get dressed, despite still having a fever of 101, learn that there is no class and go immediately back to bed. I'm hungry at lunchtime, someone decides that an appropriate lunch would be french fries, greasy rice, and fake processed chicken nuggets. I start to have stomach issues and skip supper. I get a call from the medical officer asking if I'm sad because my family is worried about me since I've spent 2 days in bed. I tell her, no, I'm just sick
Thursday – feel much better, fever is gone, but still having stomach issues. We learn in training that because we've missed so much time (2 days), we have to postpone swearing-in 5 days (granted, only 3 of those 5 days are weekday/classes). We then proceed to do practically nothing all day. I eat 4 crackers for lunch, then manage to sneak out to take a power nap. Also, I have my language interview and learn that I've passed the language requirement for serving in Honduras! (I'm at a level 5 on a scale of 1 to 10.. I think that means I can only say half the things I might need to say in order too survive.. but pssh, that was while I was sick.. ha.)
Friday - a day of classes aka not much all day. We had reservations for a restaurant afterwords to celebrate being sworn-in.. HA! We didn't even get to take advantage of those reservations because Zelaya was creating noise in Teguc and there was a curfew put in place again that night
Saturday (today) - I wake up feeling good, and decide to go for a walk to a waterfall, but start feeling awful on the way there. I worry that it might have been a mistake, but after forging up the river to the fall I feel 100% better. totally worth it, it was gorgeous.. one day I'll get pics up

Food

I've decided there are a couple foods that have to be brought back to the states... one is mantequilla, which I believe is a strictly Honduran thing. Spanish speakers will know that mantequilla means butter. Well, not here... Honduran mantequilla is a wonderful, wonderful thing... sort of like sour cream, I guess, but different.... It's delicious with everything, from fried plantains to beans to pancakes..
Baleadas are my favorite food here, definitely.. flour tortillas (the only time they ever eat flour tortillas is baleadas) with refried beans, scrambed eggs, and mantequilla. When Kathy's host mom makes them for us, though, she usually puts avocado in as well. it's wonderfulness..
and finally, fresco de avena.. (or oatmeal drink) two scoops of oatmeal (I guess it would be like instant oatmeal) a little sugar and cold water... so good and refreshing...

I've also decided (as if there was ever any doubt in my mind before) that I never want to be famous... As an example, I was making a banner the other day on my front porch. you know, just writing feliz cumpleaños on a big sheet of paper.. and had no less than 7 kids crowding around me, touching me, crawling on the paper, asking me what I was doing, which marker I wanted, offering to draw on my banner for me...

I've been told that I'll be working with catastro (sort of like a mix between city assessor's and planning) and a school in my site. My mayor is known for being honest and is expected to win the election this year. I'll also be near some other volunteers from my group. On Thursday, I'll find out where my site actually is...