I managed to make it through the entire weekend without having to cook. Today after church we went out with the mossionaries to a hotel for lunch. I didn't realize how stressful it is to never quite understand what's going on around you. It was such a nice change to have a menu printed in English. It felt like a luxury. I had the fish which is so fresh and wonderful. It was served with french fries and a cold bottle of coke...that's right glass bottles. It was such a delicious meal.
This evening we were surprised to find out that it was time for the monthly potluck that no one remembered to warn us about. So we had to scramble to come up with something to bring. Luckily, we had a huge bottle of salsa and a bag of chips. We also had a fresh pineapple that we cut up. I could've eaten the whole thing by myself. It was the best pineapple I've ever had. Lucky for us, everyone else seemed better prepared for the potluck and we were treated to some very interesting hotdishes and casseroles, as well as some strange kind of corn dogs, pork ribs and a meatloaf.
Hondurans talk a lot with their hands. They are constantly gesturing and waving their arms around when they speak. This became a problem at dinner when the pastor was in the middle of a very dramtic story and he somehow managed to fling his arms into one of his students who was carrying the cake for dessert. Needless to say, the ants got more cake than the rest of us and the poor student had nothing to offer the potluck! We told the pastor that he should save the exciting stories until after dinner in the future.