Offically Catratcho (Honduran)

September 16, 2014

Hey All,

So, I've finished another week in Honduras, and I have seen many a great thing. However, I would like to begin with another fantastic story.

On Tuesday, my companion needed to iron his clothes, so we borrowed an iron from our cocinera. We stuck it in my laundry bag with my laundry and carried it back to our  house. At our house, I took out the iron and handed it to my companion. I started to fold my clothes on the table, when my companion plugged in the iron. This of course is the turning point of the story, so I figured I'd add a pointless sentence in here for dramatic effect. Anyway, he plugged in the iron, and after about 30 second of the iron heating up, the iron released what had to be 150 ormigas (ants) that were bigger than any ants I had ever seen onto our table. I honestly have no idea how they all fit in there, or why they were so insistent on being in our house, but that wasn't really important at the time. What was important for me was getting my clothes off the table before they could hide in my shirts. While I scrambled to kill the ants and rescue my clothes, my companion just stood, horrified. I actually don't know why he looked that way, but it was pretty funny. Anyway, when it was all said and done, it kinda sounds like the beginning of a bad joke or a riddle. "A Gringo and a Latino are standing in an apartment in Honduras with an iron, 50 pairs of clothes and a bunch of dead ants."

In other news, I'm still a boss at Football, and by Football, I still mean Soccer. On Saturdays we play football, but this Saturday we had what my comp calls "lluvia de miedo" or in English, Rain of Fear. Basically the rain was so torrential, it flooded the church and people couldn't drive. It was awesome. Anyway, we decided to just go buy some dinner and then see if we couldn't scavenge up an appointment before bed. After dinner, we were walking back by the church, and the court was dry, and our investigators were playing Football without us. So naturally, my companion wanted to run home to change our clothes, but I didn't hear him because I was already out on the court with Elder Gibbons playing in missionary attire. My companion apparently accepted this, because we challenged the investigators to see who could beat the team of missionaries. Needless to say, Elder Gibbons and I tore it up, more or less. I had two goals (giving me a grand total of 5 in Honduras) and an investigator told me not to look so surprised when I score. Anyway, this pretty much means I'm Catratcho (another name, not offensive, for Hondurans) and I'll replace Jozy Altidore in the next world Cup.

And finally, we had the Children's Day celebration. Here there is a Children's Day just like Father's and Mother's Days. We had a super big party with some recent converts, and just got to take a deep breath from all the strange things of Honduras. There was even a pinata. It was super cool. Anyway, these are my stories and such for this week. I love you all, and love to hear from you.


-Elder Aldrich