I am sure as you are reading the title of this post, two questions/comments are in your mind:

1- Kelley, you already did a Crazy Honduran Food for this week.

2- um...Coca Cola is neither all that crazy, nor is it Honduran. It's a good thing you are coming back to the United States soon...it sounds like you have jungle fever.

While both of these are valid points, I would like to make some counterpoints:

a- This is truly so amazing I wanted to share it with you as quickly as possible.

b- This was no ordinary Coca Cola.

So, without further ado, here is my tale of Coca Cola adventure:

This week was final exams at Freedom High School. While it was nice to not have lessons to plan, it still somehow managed to be a fairly stressful and tiring week. Today was one of those days when you just want to come home, relax, and enjoy a frosty glass bottle of Coca Cola. Fortunately there is a little pulperia near my apartment, so I walked on over to purchase one. Glass bottle cokes are the best. Thinking about them makes me sing my own version of "Fat Bottomed Girls" in my head (sometimes out loud): "ooooo, I'm gonna to take you home tonight. ooooo, I like you regular, not light (diet). oooooo I'm gonna let you pour all out. Glass bottle Coke, you make the rockin world go round." Interesting sidenote: I am thinking of starting a Queen cover band. Just kidding. But seriously...

I love glass bottle Cokes. Not only are they usually made with regular sugar instead of high fructose corn syrup, but there is just something refreshing about drinking it from the actual bottle. You know what I'm talking about. So I get to the pulperia, and I ask for a glass bottle of Coke. As the lady is walking to the cooler, a neighborhood kid walks by and starts to talk to me. When I turn back around, instead of a delicious, refreshing, sweaty (in a good way) glass bottle of Coke, there is a jiffy baggy filled with dark liquid with a straw stuck in it. Since I did not order a bag of Coke, I figured this was not for me. I stand there for a few minutes, while the sweet lady behind the counter looks at me expectantly.

ME: I just want the bottle of Coke, thank you.

In response, she points to the bag. Apparently it was for me, and it contained the contents of my bottle. I don't think there is a deposit for glass bottles down here, but I think construction companies and the like purchase used bottles to break and put on top of security walls. Jagged glass sticking out of concrete is a good back-up for rolls of barbed wire. I think not handing out glass bottles is also a security measure. In any event, many pulperias keep the bottles and pour the beverage of choice into a baggy for you.

The disappointment of not getting to drink my Coke from the bottle was quickly assuaged by two things:

1- the hilarity of drinking Coke through a straw out of a jiffy bag

b- the hilarity of the fact that I can tell people I bought a bag of coke from the convenience store on my street. c'mon, Mom...that's funny.

Hopefully this time next week, I will be enjoying a glass bottle of DR PEPPER!! (from the bottle, not a bag) Love you guys!