There's a small theater in Progreso, Teatro La Fragua, that I have been wanting to take the kids to. This month they were showing "Honduran Folktales," so I made plans to take 15 kids from La Montana. The theater was nice enough to give us a discount for the kids' tickets, and my mom and grandparents donated the costs of the tickets.
I told Francisco to choose fifteen kids who have been behaving well to go with us on Friday at 10 AM. So Thursday I biked to the theater to buy all of the tickets...for ten in the morning. Then Friday morning went up to La Montana to make sure the kids were all ready, in nice clothes and got the bus ok with Francisco, Matthias and Laura. Then I biked back to the theater to wait for them there.
When I got there at 9:45, there were at least 100 other school kids there. 100 middle school kids in their white, white, ironed shirts, navy pants, and black shoes. Who came as a field trip with their school, came in their own buses, in taxis, in private cars. All standing in line outside the theater. But I thought, no problem, because we have tickets, obviously they wouldn't sell more than could fit inside (it's quite a small little theater, with wooden benches along three walls).
At ten, the Pronino kids still hadn't come. I walked down the street, looking for them. Faith was holding a spot in line for them. And I was getting nervous that the whole thing was going to fall through, that maybe they took the wrong bus, didn't have enough money for the bus...
Then at 10:20 (the line was just starting to move into the theater), Faith said, "I see some colors." And our kids came right in, lined up at the end of the line, after all the white and navy kids. In their randomly put together clothes, but clean clothes.
I told Francisco to choose fifteen kids who have been behaving well to go with us on Friday at 10 AM. So Thursday I biked to the theater to buy all of the tickets...for ten in the morning. Then Friday morning went up to La Montana to make sure the kids were all ready, in nice clothes and got the bus ok with Francisco, Matthias and Laura. Then I biked back to the theater to wait for them there.
When I got there at 9:45, there were at least 100 other school kids there. 100 middle school kids in their white, white, ironed shirts, navy pants, and black shoes. Who came as a field trip with their school, came in their own buses, in taxis, in private cars. All standing in line outside the theater. But I thought, no problem, because we have tickets, obviously they wouldn't sell more than could fit inside (it's quite a small little theater, with wooden benches along three walls).
At ten, the Pronino kids still hadn't come. I walked down the street, looking for them. Faith was holding a spot in line for them. And I was getting nervous that the whole thing was going to fall through, that maybe they took the wrong bus, didn't have enough money for the bus...
Then at 10:20 (the line was just starting to move into the theater), Faith said, "I see some colors." And our kids came right in, lined up at the end of the line, after all the white and navy kids. In their randomly put together clothes, but clean clothes.
We finally got to the door of the theater and the director told me that he had thought we were coming at 7 that night and that there wasn't any more space. I told him that no way could we come back tonight, that we had to see the show now. So he let us sit on the floor.
The kids were so well behaved, they loved the show. Even the tough, hard ass ones were laughing so hard at the silliest jokes. I just wanted to watch their faces for the whole show.
