I'm not sure whether this might help you or not. When I used to live in San Pedro Sula ('85, I think), I went to the old Instituto Jose Trinidad Reyes which was near the Francisco Morazan Soccer Stadium, and there I met a guy named Carlos Davis. He had light skin and light brown hair (perhaps dirty blond), and green or blue eyes. He was probably about my age (11 or 12). We were both in primero de ciclo comun. The following year I did not see him in the "colegio." I saw him once outside the school. He had moved to another "instituto," one where the uniform is yellow "cubayera" shirt and gray pants (ours was white "cubayera" shirt and gray pants). After that I completely lost contact with him. I remembered that once we were talking about his last name, Davis, pronounced like in Spanish, but then he also pronounced it like in English. Back in those days I never thought too much about those few last names, like mine, that sounded a little not too Spanish; for example, my second grade teacher's last name, Rittenhouse, in the city of Siguatepeque.