Ways I know I’m becoming more Honduran:
I say 'buenas' for all occasions.
I see someone wearing shorts and I think 'gringo!'
I can maintain my place in the front of the line with the best of them.

My voice mail is broken and I don't care.
I no longer ask 'why', at least not really expecting an explanation.
I don't even look up when I hear someone unload an entire clip full of bullets in my neighborhood. (The second clip still gets my attention.)
I know to ask directions from a minimum of three people, and ask again on every block.
I (sometimes) take a 'Si Díos quiere' attitude about things that used to stress me out.
I could eat beans and rice every day and not mind.
I'm starting to like (some) comida tipica.
I know that 'mañana' does not mean tomorrow.
Schedules-Schmedules! Who needs 'em?