A new country, a new family and a new school

Getting off the bus in Siguatepeque my first impression of my new town was not all positive. The broken down rest stop didn't scream "welcome" and the stress of waiting for my host family to show up was nerve wracking. Finally after sitting on my luggage with the three other students who would be living in my town, our families arrived. One by one we were paired off and were greeted my kisses and greetings I couldn't understand. My family helped me get my luggage into the car and then we began driving to my new home. The language barrier was difficult but my host dad, Hugo knew some English due to his many years working aboard an American cruise ship. We all piled out of the car and went into the grocery store. The isles were lined with unfamiliar foods but also many many that I recognized. My host family stocked up on Oreos, Lays, White bread and other typical "American" foods. I thought maybe they were doing it for me but later on I would find out that many Honduran families eat like this on a regular basis. Even after settling into my room with my host sister Bianca it still hadn't hit me that I would be living in this place for the next 5 months of my life. My quiet host mom, Blanca made a fat filled meal of rice, buttery shrimp, potato salad, and of course tortillas. I was hungry and the food was warm so I enjoyed every last cholesterol filled bite. The rest of my day consisted of watching bad Spanish soaps and trying to adjust to my new surroundings.