Thursday, November 26, 2015 -- Month #9 - Week #41 - Day #283 - Santa Cruz de Yojoa

Happy Thanksgiving!

News of the day: we saw a baby almost get run over by a pickup truck and a dump truck. Yeah. We were walking around in the street, and we rounded the corner to see the 2 trucks coming at each other, with a baby crawling out into the street. And no one did anything until we yelled "La bebe! Miren!!!!", and then all the people started freaking out and ran in the street and scooped up the baby girl and ran her over to the parents. Adrenaline rush.

And, the bus-rapiditos guys are very insistent, so you gotta tell them that you're going to Mochito (which is like 2 hours away) to get them to leave and stop asking you where you're going. So we're always lying and saying we're going way over to Mochito. Always makes me smile.

Hermana Corimanya

Divisions!  Hna's Corimanya, Escobar, Delgadillo, Mower

And we found a new church: La Iglesia Evangelica Pacto Biblico de Santidad. 

But we actually had a Thanksgiving dinner! Whoo!

We all pitched in with the Flores and Guzman families for all the food, and I made the sweet potato pie and green beans.

This was Hna Escobar's first Thanksgiving, and was very amazed at my cooking skills. I was actually surprised it all turned out so nicely as well. But we went on a wild goose chase to find all the ingredients I needed. And since sweet potatoes don't exist here (trust me, I checked like 4 stores and 3 street market vendors) we substituted with camote, which is probably like a cousin of them, but with a bright purple skin outside, kinda yellowy-pink inside.

But once you put all the spices and marshmallows and everything in there, it tastes pretty much the same. So everyone really enjoyed eating that after the dinner for dessert. Go 'Murica!