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after we went to the ruins we headed to las sepulturas. it is called that because people thought it was a burial site, and then archaeologists realized that it was a living place, and mayans buried their love ones inside their houses, under their beds. interesting. when we got to the site, we just walked in, and this honduran cowboy walked up to us and asked if we spoke spanish. he wanted to give us a tour, so he justed started talking, and we followed him. it was actually a great thing because there are no sign or explanations in las sepulturas. he mentioned several times that the shaman or curandero had seven concubines AND a wife. he used to work on archaeological sites and then lost his job. he was very helpful and he showed us a littler known site. i wish i had taken a picture with him.

when we got into town we had a brief run in with some internet people, which is why the last blog was cut short. i dont really want to explain. then the whole night we had fun and walked around town and listened to a new age flute tooter, a cute little mariachi band, and watched uber hippies go crazy with fire jugglings and dancings and the whatnot. i bought a little stone sapo. it was amys birthday so we got tres leches cake, and i made her blow out her marachino cherry. the whole town was out and about, and it was quite nice. we met some mormons from idaho. they were in a store with us, and i heard one say, no, it probably has coffee or tea, and i was like MORMON. and they were, the end.

let me speak of the miracle of yesterday. we went walking to look for a bus that we could take sunday morning to chiquimula so that we could go to church. the problem with that was that we were going to have to cross the guate border, because we are staying here in copan. so we were going to have to cross twice and pay for those crossings. but we were willing, because we wanted to go to church. well, we walked across town, couldnt find the micros, and then walked back to the square, and found MISIONEROS!! i was so happy. there is a lovely little branch here, and thats exactly where we went this morning. it is thriving and the kids sang to their mothers and it was lovely. this afternoon we accidentally ate meter long burritos, and walked the long hill to Macaw Mountain, a bird park. there were many lovely birds, and i took many lovely pictures, and we had a lovely tour guide and took a lovely tour with some lovely indians. from india. i left some toucans bite my fingers, i fed one watermelon, and a bonded with a green macaw.

now we are back in town and i am talking to my lovely mother to whom i owe much. feliz dia de la madre.