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Fellow Gringos, The past few days have been exiting. We have traveled to many smaller towns up and around the Highlands in Guatemala. One stop was Chichicastenango. This town has the largest street market in Guatemala. Walking through the streets one will see street vendors selling corn tortilla with meat, ice cream carts, shoe shiners with a small black tool box, and a variety of handy crafts such as wooden animal masks and bright colored blankets. There is an endless amouant of jewlery and the seller is aggresive. The hotels have been nice. The rooms typically have two small beds and a small table. The walls are usually barren, but some have Mayan art framed above the beds. The day starts around 6:30 am and the hustle is very loud. The cobble stone steets have no ... read more


We spent last Friday night (Kim, Cari, and Tim) in Panajachel and then met Carina, the director of CASAS, on Saturday morning for a "school trip" in the town of Santiago Atitlan. We took a boat across the lake in the morning. Santiago is a traditional village next to the lake. While we were there we went to the site of the massacre that occured during the civil war, we went to the Ten Thousand Villages women's cooperative there, we went to see the Judas statue that they worship (he is always smoking a cigarette and they give rum to the statue!), and enjoyed the beautiful views. ... read more
Kim and Cari
Santiago Atitlan
The View


At 4:30am the alarm starting ringing. I jumped out of bed more enthuastically than normal while my brother rolled over and tried to ignore my attempts at early morning conversation. We put a few things together and prepared to leave the room. I didn't feel as fresh I was making out but I was looking forward to the day ahead, Rich still looked asleep although his eyes were open and he was standing up and moving about the place. There seemed a suprisingly large number of people moving around the hostel for this time in the morning, either about to start a trip or returning from one. We walked a little bit down the street to our meeting point and sat waiting for the van, still pitch black. In the distance the gentle rumbling of a ... read more
Rich at the top
A puff of smoke
San Andres Xecul church


Holy Frijoles, Just a few days ago Travis and I climbed Vocano Pacaya. HOnestly words cannot describe this experience. It was spiritual. We had no idea when we signed up for the trip that we would have the opportunity to climb to the summit. Pacaya is 1.25 miles high and the hike to get there is over two miles. We were winded after fifteen minutes of hiking the trail. After an hour an a half we reached a beautiful plateau that overlooked Guatemala City and the surrounding farm land. From that point we had a 360 degree view of the verdant landscape covered with more volcanos. We were also standing on Pumus sand from the daunting black hill towering over us. The wind began to pick up to about 30mph and the low growl of the ... read more


Die erste Woche Sprachschule ist vorbei! Am Montag um 8:00 gings los, und um 12:00 war ich total erschoepft und halb betauebt vor lauter geistigem Input. Meine Lehrerin ist eine 22jaehrige Indigena namens Lucy (eigentlich Lucia). Es ist ziemlich grossartig mit ihr, und gerade am Anfang hatten wir einigen Spass auf meine Kosten, weil ich staendig Woerter verwechselt habe und meine Aussagen dadurch etwas ins Groteske gerieten... (z.B. "Tische"- mesas statt "Monate"- meses macht nicht so viel Sinn, ein anderes Mal habe ich wohl statt "Vogel" zu sagen ein uebles Schimpfwort benutzt....ich schreibs jetzt besser nicht auf fuer den Fall dass ich es wieder verwechsle). Aber ich mache auf jeden Fall Fortschritte! Und naechste Woche gibts noch mal clases, diesmal en la tarde (am Nachmittag). Und danach werd ich dann wohl fliessend sein :). Die Nase ... read more
Die Nase des Indios
Blick auf San Pedro
Angelnde Jungen am Lago Atitlan


Life at Lake Atitlan is behind me and now it is time for the next chapter. I am staying for a week at the home of Dennis and Doris Rice in Quetzaltenango (known to everyone by it's Quiche Maya name Xelaju or simply Xela - pronounced Shea-lah). Dennis and Doris manage Vine International's warehouse operations in Xela (For more information on Vine International, see my past entry or visit www.vineinternational.org). The Rices are one of the kindest and spiritually solid couples I have had the pleasure to meet. They have only recently met me and they opened their home to me, gave me a place to sleep, a HOT shower, washed my clothes, and prepared food for me at each meal. I was not expecting all of this treatment, but I must say it sure is ... read more
Doris and Dennis Rice
Xela's Central Park
Che Gavara's Former Residence


My stomach has been a wreck all day today because yesterday I decided to leave the family I was with and accept a new one. It didn't seem to bother them but I have been very affected by it and I don't know why. My new place has a real shower, though I'm told hot water runs short in the morning after 7AM so maybe I will try to remember to shower at night. The house is very neat and clean, with a glass table top instead of a dirty cloth one. I ahve a table in my room, also two light bulbs instead of one, and shelves to put stuff on (only had a window ledge before, and the window was into the kitchen area (glass you cannot see through). This one is right across ... read more


Traveling is one of those enlightening experiences where you get to engage with other cultures and meet interesting people with fascinating stories. Usually the people you meet on the road are of a like mind to you - why else would they be studying Spanish in a leftist school in Guatemala.? But every now and then you meet someone who is definitely reading from another page to the one that you are on. Of course you get the questions from Americans that are totally unbelievable, such as “Did y’all drive from Guatemala to Cuba?” - I mean SURELY an American would know that Cuba was an island?! Or the typical - “Do y’all use the American dollar in Australia?” I’ve stopped saying no, I let them believe that everyone in the world (bar Guatemala) uses the ... read more
Compa!
Escuela de la Montaña
Nothing like a few Danes


We spend most of today on the buses to and from our destination. It wa about a 2 1/2 hour ride each way because it required at least three different buses/taxis. Going, we took a minbus to the outskirts market of Xela, and a chicken bus to Huehue (luckily it was not crowded and the backs of seats were padded, and I could sit with my foot in the aisle. The mountain scenery was great but being on the aisle and with dirty windows I could not take pictures. The buses are all old worn out USA school buses, and diesel, so the funes from the dozens of them that jostle for space and passengers are at tiems almost overwhelming. At Huehue we took a taxi to the side - an old dillapidated one! We toured ... read more


Teaching school was a challenge this week as the kids were really hyper, and their teacher left the room. Yesterday I was sick most of the day but did not miss any school. My digestive system was not good and I had a bit of a fever I think because I had chills and later was sweating in bed. But I seem to be fine today. Most students get sick sooner or later and I was lucky to get by with such a mild and short case. Of course I´m not done yet! Yesterday afternoon we saw a real tear-jerker of a video called "If the Mango Tree Could Talk", with interviews of kids 12-15 who survived the war years, and had parents, brothers and sisters, uncles, grandparents, and friends and neighbours killed, who had often ... read more




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