I have to say, I really appreciate it when anyone in Honduras uses their English with us, no matter how limited their grasp of the language might be. Even with my ever-increasing Spanish (I didn't say it was increasing quickly, mind you), reading English in a store or speaking English with a doctor, or when dealing with most any situation, just makes life a bit easier for me.
At the store the other day, Allen was intrigued by this jar of pickles:
Sorry the picture is a bit blurry - just realize that this is what the writing on packaging actually looks like to my failing, middle-aged eyes, okay? Anyway, the producers of these pickles helpfully labeled them with this English-language information: "Pickled Pickles." In spite of our best efforts (reading the microscopic print on the rest of the label) Allen and I were unable to determine what kind of pickles these were - sour? dill? sweet? spicy? Well, at least it's good to know that they are pickled pickles.