This crowd is assembled to watch a parade.
or a funeral. or a fight. The distinction is subtle.
Last night I heard a raucous crowd of Hondurans cheering from the park. Hondurans aren't known for their vivaciousness and it is common knowledge that only two events could elicit this volume of Honduran emotional expression: futbol or a fight. Not really caring to find out which of the two it was, I closed the window.
This morning I asked Andrea, our administrator what was going on yesterday. Trying to give my neighbors the benefit of the doubt, I asked, "Was it a celebration of Dia del Padre?" (it was Honduran Father's Day this weekend). Andrea told me that she drove right through it and that it was a fight between two women that were goaded by 50 of my countrymen's cheers. It was weird that there were so many people in the park in the first place at 9pm on a Sunday night and I asked just that question. It turns out that they were all there for a wake. Honoring the dead. And cheering on a fight between women. Apparently these two events are not mutually exclusive
Stay classy Cofradia...
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