Nearly two months ago, I celebrated my 21st birthday. I was awoken at 6am to a playlist repeating Feliz Cumpleaños with variations of the same arrangement of brass horns, apparently a Honduran tradition. Given that cakes seem to be the love language of Honduran mothers, my own host mother made a cake with typical elaborate frosting, which was promptly destroyed when I followed Honduran tradition and smashed my face into the side of the cake to take the first “bite”. Eggs were cracked upon my head, blessings were bestowed upon me, and I was given an edition of National Geographic en Español and two Snickers bars. Karaoke ensued. These are good people.
Nice, Adam! It sounds like we had similar birthday experiences, for I also awoke to the sounds of "Happy Birthday" and had cake smeared on my face. Glad you were celebrated!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you could celebrate with your host family, I love all the fun traditions you got to be a part of!
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