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i watched a one armed man carry 50 kg sacks of cement today. i did too, but for me it was a struggle, and for him, it seemed just like any other task. he did it with a smile, and even cracked a joke about his disability. i couldn't believe it. you know, farmers here are tough, and not just ford tough, more like sherman tank tough. they work from 7 am to five, with a small lunch break, with little help from contracted workers. there are some, that will chop a whole field in one day, employing only a machete. i don't know if any of you have experience with this, but its not a walk in the park by a long shot. i've done it, and there is little fun to be had. in fact, if you look back about ten entries, you can find my complaints about the process. on a different note, i came to a realization today, that has been a long time in the making. hondurans are an exteremely diverse people, and not just culturally, but in their physical appearance. yeah, skin color varies significantly from a gringo white, to a dark shade of brown, with a small population of garifuna, black hondurans, in the north. but its not just in the skin that most of the physical diversity resides. its in the different mixtures that can be found. there are dark hondurans, with bright blue eyes, and light brown curly hair. there are white white white hondurans, whiter than me, that have all the other characteristics of a pure catracho. but that's where i make my mistake. there is no pure catracho, or at least, they all are. this country is just as much a nation of mutts as the states are, if not more. there is no shame here in mixed couples. its kind of nice, no?