In the US I used to spend days alone in my house. It is my way of re-centering. I never felt bad about it. For some reason since I moved here, if I don't get out and do at least one constructive thing outside my home each day, I feel like the day was wasted. I need to get over that.
Today my one productive thing was to go for a little walk, pay the light bill and search out some local fruit and veggies. I achieved all of the above. For the first time I bought things from one of the music makers. I call the people who walk down the street selling their wares "music makers" because sometimes my street is filled with music. Today it was one man selling "peliculas" (movies) while another passed by with "aquacate, sandia, mandarina" and something else I can't remember right now. I bought some avocadoes and mandarines from him. (I didn't buy watermelon.)
Then he asked if I'm from Spain. (Nice guy. When I told him I'm from the US he asked if all of my family is safe from the hurricane.) The guards at the front of my gated community asked if I'm from Spain, as have several others. I don't know why. I have never met a person from Spain in Honduras, but there seem to be plenty of gringos, so to me that would be the obvious assumption. In May and June people kept asking if I was from Argentina. Now Spain.
Ahhhh. It just started to rain. Now I have a good reason to stay in the house. But I would prefer to feel like I didn't need a reason.
LATER-
Stopped raining. Fany came by to say that Santos' car leaked a whole tank of feul onto to driveway, in case I smelled it. She said she needed to go to the store, but now they have to walk bc of the hole in the gas tank. I asked if I could go.
We put Laura in a stroller and headed out. Fany was not thrilled when Santos ran with Laura in her stroller down the hill in the middle of the street. So funny to me how some Daddies act like children when they have children of their own. He adores that little girl and will do anything to make her smile. She did love flying down the hill full speed.
On the way home a woman walking in front of us stepped out into the street to avoid a homeless man who was sitting in the middle of the sidewalk. It was a one way street and there was no oncoming traffic, so she should have been fine, but right at that moment a man on a motorcycle came up behind her driving the wrong way up the street. He hit her, pinning her foot between the curb and his tires, knocked her down into the road, and swerved away. He did stop and come back. She was crying in pain.
Fany and I felt horrible for the poor lady. She didn't do anything unwise. She had one foot barely in the street. We didn't stick around to see the outcome. I was glad I have been listening to Jairo and not walking to the store. He won't mind if I am with Santos and Fany. Bad things happen so quickly even when you don't do anything wrong. Anyway, my day was not as uneventful as I originally said.
