Living in Honduras or Guatemala as a foreigner is sometimes hard, mostly fun and never boring. This Blog is about more than just the oddities of my years in the not-so tranquil, cobble-stoned town of Copán Ruinas and, more recently, Antigua Guatemala. Hence Serendipity, the gift of finding without seeking…
And there we are
again! The World Cup is in full swing with tons of goals, many surprises and my
favourite team qualified for the next round. I couldn’t be happier! I
transformed my office / studio into a multimedia control centre so now I can
paint, post on Facebook and watch the games at the same time! Ha! I sing the
Honduran national anthem out loud (position 1, hand on heart) and mumble along
with the Dutch one (yes, seventeen years in Honduras has left its imprints). I
yell, swear, scream trilingual and upset my pets. Brazil 2014, I’m all for it!
I do miss my
football buddies. I’m pretty much settled since I moved from Copán,
Honduras, to Antigua Guatemala three
months ago. I’ve met a lot of amazing people and of course there are plenty of
terrific bars and restaurants here to watch the games, but I haven’t found “my”
scene yet. I also miss getting congratulated on the street for one of Holland’s achievements (as if I had anything to do with
Van Persie’s dive) and the group of fellow supporters that root for Orange or at least
pretend to do so when I’m around. Yes, watching football with friends in a bar
is a lot more fun. But then again, it is also much more expensive. And I get a
lot more work done watching the games at home, drinking tea instead of beer.
Watching the Cup
in Guatemala is quite a different
experience from living it in Honduras.
Not that the Guatemalans don’t live for football, they absolutely do. Even out
on the street you don’t have to miss a beat. Every restaurant, bar store or
market stall has a TV turned on, and if not, peoples’ cheers or swearing will
keep you informed. But Guatemala
is not one of the happy 32, and thus there’s not one team to nationally root
for. Instead, people’s favourite teams are as diverse as the number of
countries, with a slight and understandable preference for Central American
countries such as Costa Rica
That preference will shift soon depending on the outcome of the next few
rounds, but staying home as close as possible is the norm. People might hate Brazil now, but if Brazil
will have to face, let’s say, Holland, in the
finals, then Latin America goes first. Understandable.
I support Honduras, of
course, because I feel so connected to the country after living there for so long.
I never expected Honduras to
win the Cup (or even the first round, but that would be a mean thing to say),
but “my” team is, of course, Holland.
Amazing, as little patriotic as I am, watching those Dutchmen fly over the
field gives me goosebumps. Even sitting here all by myself at home surrounded
by nothing but cats and dogs.