Some stuff going on with us in Honduras.

Hi! Everyone, I just wanted to update you with our family a little bit more.
This past week was a hard week for our family. Last Tuesday we had our first interview with the U.S consulate and as we were told by our lawyer, this process is gonna take several months after we turn in a waiver that we are working on. We are gonna get our second interview between 6-9 months after we turn the waiver in and hopefully that will be the date when I get my visa, so I can go back to the U.S.

As many of you know, last week Mark went to the U.S for a few days and one of the reasons why he went was because I wanted a Digital SLR camera to star taking photography classes and a computer for me to be able to take online classes. Well I went to pick up Mark at the San Pedro Sula Airport and then we went to my home town to visit and to be at a high school graduation since we were "padrinos"* of a girl, a friend of mine who was graduating. Then we came back home to Tegucigalpa. On the way home, in the bus someone stole my camera with the bag, the extra battery, the memory card and the lens. It was a hard time for us, especially for me since the camera was my B-day present and I was so exited about the camera, exited to start my photography classes. The saddest part was that all the pictures I took at the graduation were in the memory card, and basically I was the only one taking pictures at the graduation.

It's been a very long week, also because the day after my camera was stolen I lost my cell phone. I dropped it while I was in a taxi and we were never able to find it, so I lost all the info in the cellphone. As you can imagine most of us don't keep a address book with numbers anymore, at least I don't but after losing my cell I think I'm gonna start using one in case I loose my cell again.

Not everything has been bad news this week. I also have something good to write about.
Maybe many of you don't know but I grew up with my grandmother, because my mom died when I was three and a half years old. and I knew my Dad but last time I saw him I was probably 6 years old. One day as I was talking to the wife of the owner of the building where we live it crossed my mind that maybe her husband would be able to help me find my dad because he is an engineer. The only information I had about my dad was his name and knew that he was an engineer too.
The owner of the apartments sent an e-mail to all his colleagues and most of the engineers in Honduras asking for Carlos Green. So after a few days someone send an e-mail back saying that she knew an engineer with the last name Green, but she did not know the name, so I got the number and I decided to call and ask for Carlos Green.
When I called and asked for him the person who answered told me that he wasn't there and I asked when he would be back. He said that he was not there anymore and that he did not know where he was but that he could ask his dad. He asked me to leave my name and number and he promised that he would call me back with the info. I told him my name "Keyla Alas" and he told me that he recognized that last name and that he knew a family with the same last name from a town call La Entrada Copan. I couldn't hide myself anymore so I told him who I was, the daugther of Carlos Green and he told me he knew my mom.

Well to end the story he is my cousin and he helped me contact my dad, and the day before my B-day he called me and it was very weird to talk to him, it was like talking to an strange person. I have not seen him yet, he lives about 2 hours away from Tegucigalpa and I'm planning to go see him sometime next week.

(*padrinos are a latino culture thing were someone who is going to have a big event, wedding, baby christening, graduation, etc... they will ask a friend or family member to accompany them in the event as well as to help with the cost of the event or to buy them a gift. This still exists in American culture with godparents of a new baby. Padrinos is the spanish translation of godparents.)