my host brother is a gigalo

yo. no shit. my host brother is a fucking gigalo. only 15 years old. and named Roni. but still, a fucking gigalo. at least if you ask me, and you shouldn´t cause I CANT SPEAK THIS LANGUAGE FOR SHIT. i didn`t mean to call him a gigalo. that was a mistake. i meant to call him mischevious (travieso), but instead i called him a Picaro (literally, a hummingbird that samples the tastes of many different flowers), but here means gigalo. i was confused when he just gave me a funny look and went back to watching Dragonball Zeta, until i asked my teacher about it the next day.

Yo my teacher is fucking funny. he teaches sunday school at an evangelist church, but he`s a dirty bastard. teaches me all sorts of vulgarities. yesterday i learned that Chocobanana (a banana covered in chocolate) is another way of saying penis. and hey, instead of "ole righty", here they`ve got "manuela de recha" (a right hand named manuela).

and woah, i was taking a walk yesterday morning with my teacher (jose) and this local guy walked by us wearing a UTAH HOGAL ZOO shirt. that shirt has travelled!

and did i mention i had to fish my soap out of the toilet 2 days ago? my host family`s bathroom is really just a closet with a shower next to the toilet. I mean, what do you do? you can`t leave the soap in the toilet for your host family to find, plus you`ve got to finish washing. the question is, can you get clean with a bar of soap covered in hepatitis? Well, i did.

lots of love. trying to update the blog regularly, but i`m having a good time here. afternoons spent relaxing on a dock on the lake and swimming. probably gonna buy this guitar i saw in a store here for 400 Quetzales (about 50 bone), and practice a bit. yo. thats it for me. peace out and chocobananas.