Sometimes in Honduras…
…your host, a pastor in his fifties, asks if you would like some mangoes. When you say yes, he proceeds to scale the mango tree to pick some for you.
…you utilize your teammate’s blue hammock as a whale costume for your Jonah skit.
…you have to evict the ducks from the bathroom before you can pee.
…your guard dog is a bilingual chiuaua.
…you invent a game that involves throwing mangoes off the roof at neighborhood children.
…you sleep in a room with cinderblock walls and a tin roof – essentially, an oven.
…you pray for rain every day so that the temperature will become more manageable.
…you can’t go to church because it’s raining and the church is a roof held up by seven posts.
…a stray dog comes and poops a foot from you and the kids you’re working with at ministry.
…your host aunt informs you that the weird scratch/rash thing on your leg was caused by “leche mango mal.” Which you find out is a real thing, after you Google it.
…your host has you sample “moringa,” a seed that cures all ills, except that you are only able to keep it in your mouth for three seconds before spitting it out.
…you think you’re being shot at every time a mango falls on the tin roof.
…all the people at the beach swim fully clothed.
…at your good-bye party, you use Google translate hooked up to a speaker to say proper good-byes in robot Siri voice.
“Eureka, I’ve found a pudding! World’s happiest sentence.”
“Did you know that cockroaches can teleport?”
“He’s like the Beyonce of the chickens.”
“I just can’t take anyone seriously when their finger is up their nose.”
