Monday, August 31, 2009
Pizza Delivery
I always took for granted the fact that there are road names, house numbers, street signs, etc. in the states. I never realized it, but it is extremely easy to get wherever you wish to go. Not true in Honduras. There are no such things as addresses. I went over to a friends house the other night to lesson plan with a bunch of other IST teachers and we decided to order pizza. It seemed simple enough, but after placing the order, we realized we weren't exactly sure how to get to the house. The way they give directions here is by landmarks (for example, the gym is across from the hot dog lady, my house is down from the store with the chicken on the sign and near the basketball hoops/soccer goals in the street, my other friends live next to the monkey and down from the pagoda) .....see how it works? Simple right? Ha! So we gave directions the best we could and then hoped for the best. The pizza man called about 45 minutes later saying he couldn't find it, but he was next to the Catholic church. Ok, that's easy I thought because that is near my house. We gave him more directions, which he followed, but when he called back again a while later, we discovered he was by a different Catholic church and my directions took him to the futbol fields. This went on for quite a while and finally the guys we were with decided to just have him stay where he was and they would walk and go get the pizza. 2 1/2 hours later, hungry and frustrated, we finally got to eat. Oh my, gotta love this country!
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