If Honduras were the US then Olancho would be Texas--full of cattle, dirt roads, pistols, trash burners... The school directors, Blanca y Sangrario, plus four or five other employees of the school picked us up Sunday morning at 2am. After saying initials hellos we slept as best we could, distracted by gorgeous mountain dawn scenery and giant holes in the road. When we arrived in our town it was already 9am. Our assignments that day were to put our things in the apartment, eat lunch, and go to the grocery store (perfect schedule so far!)

Since then we have gone to the school (CECOM) each day for our planning and orientation. What a pleasure to work beside talented Honduran teachers! WOW, how am I going to keep these kids' attention?!? There are four English teachers for the elementary school: Chelsea (PK, K); Benjamin (1st, 4th); Stephanie (2nd, 5th); Aaron (3rd, 6th). When the older kids are learning in English, the younger are learning in Spanish. Halfway through the day the kids swap classes!
The last few mornings I have been waking up to rooster calls outside the window, but this particular rooster sounds just as much like a donkey. This is our back porch, home to our future amaca.

I feel incredibly optimistic about this year because the directors and teachers here are very supportive, the students are cute as can be, and my American colleagues are fun to be around. This was our first family dinner in the apt.