Mack & Victor's Trip to Honduras Part 11

CI Day, Part 11 – More Shopping:

The only kid who had not yet received any gifts (except the ones I brought her) was Carlos' 14-year-old sister. Victor very kindly took her to a large department store to pick something out as a "thank-you" because she writes all Carlos' letters for him.
Whether you're a Honduran boy, or one of any other nationality, it is always totally boring to wait around while a teenage girl tries on shoes! First, we messed around some with my camera, taking photos into a mirror … but then the kids discovered the escalator! Up and down and around and around they went, following Connor's bad example and trying to run up the down escalator, and vice-versa.
Next, I contributed to the boys' delinquency by encouraging them to take the wigs off the mannequins and where them on their own heads. One of the sales ladies yelled at us to "stop it", but I just shrugged and told her, "Sorry, I don't speak Spanish. I have no idea what you are saying." We weren't hurting anything!
FINALLY, the women were done with their shopping and we could all move on.
Victor's thoughts:
In fact, this is where I got something for Carlos’ brother. I knew that all the boys would be playing with the toys so there was no need to get something specific for him. I hadn’t know about Carlos ‘surprise’ brother as Mack put it; the one who was a year younger than him, but also figured that he’d be getting to wear Carlos’ clothes in short order as he grew out of them.
We went to this store – sort of a Honduran Macy’s – because I asked Carlos’ sister what she would want. She wanted shoes – nice ones with heels – what is it with women and shoes, anyway? She picked out a pair, but then we went upstairs because I wanted to buy an outfit for Carlos’ 12 year old brother. That took a bit of time; I had sister, mom and the translator with me and the boys’ department wasn’t easy to find. Once that was out of the way, our shopping was done!
Mack again:
I just have to add that even as a woman I really don't understand the shoe obsession, either. I only own two pairs of shoes: beat-up sandals for when it's not raining + water-proof army boots for when it's wet out. If I have to dress up nice, I borrow flats from my mom. I got married bare-footed