pantyless.

The other day, Ryan, a teacher, was in Sandra's, the principal, office working on something. While he was in there, he overheard Sandra talking to a lady about how her kids should start attending Minerva (our school). The woman responded immediately with "No way, my children will not go to this school!" Sandra was shocked and said "Why not?" The lady proceeded to explain to Sandra that her children would not go there because the North American teachers do not wear underwear. Ryan was so confused. The lady continued to say "I have seen those girls walk by and they don't have on underwear!"

As Ryan tells us this story, we were literally crying because we were laughing so hard. So apparently, she thinks we don't wear underwear because she can't see our panty lines! We wear the Old Navy cotton jersey skirts to school most days and you can see the outline of our butts in them and since she can't see panty lines, we apparently don't have on underwear. Which is quite hysterical. It made us wonder who else in this town thinks we don't wear underwear. Probably everyone. So funny. We started to think of the most fashionable, young Hondurans we know and we realized that we can always see their panty lines. We figured that they only sell full booty panties here. So the silly gringas strike again, pantyless. 

On another note, I got a new boot to wear on my leg. After cutting off the janky Honduran cast, my foot is totally swollen and bruised, as expected. Its like the tennis ball on my ankle has now dispersed throughout the rest of my foot. Even my toes are bruised. I now have a cankle and a fat purple foot. On the right side, it bruised in a way that looks like I might have been attacked by a tiger. It's my new story and I'm sticking with it. Hopefully it heals up enough so I can hobble around in my boot in 12 days when I go travel to Guatemala. Here are some pics of the foot after I cut off the cast: