Musings

I am sitting in the office, wearing a long sleeve shirt and sweat pants, and drinking hot chocolate. It's 73 degrees. How pathetic. It is overcast, for the record.

So for the past month or so, we have been driving around and passing this huge tent set up the Casa Presidencial parking lot, and wondering what that was all about. And in the mall they have a big booth set up for Tihany Spectacular, and I vaguely wondered what that was all about as well. Finally I found out that the big tent was a circus, and that the sparkly booth in the mall was where you could buy tickets. Well, hearing about it from a few different people, I finally decided that I would go for two reasons. One, because I thought that it would be really fun (since what else is there to do in Teguc?) and two, because now I get to say that I say a circus in Honduras.

So we went to the circus on Wednesday. And I must say that Tihany Spectacular really lived up to its name. There was a lot of Vegas-y style dancing, with scantily clad women, most of whom didn't dance very well, but the rest was incredible. There was a lot of really really amazing acrobatics and a really funny clown that could play almost any brass instrument that exists. I should probably mention that this took place on a stage, with seats about 3/4 of the way around it, instead of in the round. There was a magician who wasn't that great, especially because he had a beautiful white tiger that looked terribly unhappy. But there were these two Mongolian guys who did these amazing acrobatics, and a small group of guys who did jumps and threw each other around and stuff. And this gymnast who was my favourite, where it was just her and a rope and her beautiful long straight blonde hair, and she climbed and fell and swung and it was amazing. I felt like a kid again, which may be in part because I ate about 80% of a gigantic stick of cotton candy. But it was wonderful, and if I had more money I would consider going again before it leaves town. I'll just have to wait for Cirque Du Soleil, I guess.

Drastic change of subject...

I was thinking the other day about how I don't know if we can ever really know anyone. I mean, everyone has secrets. In the language of Dr. House, everybody lies. No matter how well you think you know someone, there is always something that they will hide. Maybe I'm just being cynical. Maybe because I have so many secrets, I just assume that everyone else does as well. I'm pretending, so I think everyone else is. I don't know.

I wish there was more to say. My journal is filled with pages and pages of the same things. I have the same worries and the same thoughts. I am excited to go back to the States. To go back home. Where something will happen to me that I can write about. Where I can make friends and tell funny stories about work. I am most excited to see Liz and Jenny and Nelli and go to Vegas with Jillian and be with the people I love most.

Maybe someday I'll stop pretending. Maybe someday I will have no secrets. Maybe someday I'll stop worrying.

Today, however...