Should Have Read the Guidebook

Just found this in a guidebook I clearly didn't look at very closely...It's about Hotel Backpacker, the place where we worked prior to going to Casa...

"Well-it's the cheapest place in town, which means its very popular with the backpackers who seem able to endure the impovershed foam beds in a large dormitory room with no privacy and brisk cold showers. The riverfront location is ideal, though, and the property even boasts a lakeside restaurant, a bar, and internet service. The staff isn't happy or helpful.

While staying at Hotel Backpackers, you may hear about Casa Guatemala Orphanage, which the hotel supports. There are rumors about whether the money actually makes it to the children, many of whom appear to be working here. The director has also started a rather controversial program where peoplee pay to volunteer at Casa Guatemala. There have been reports of volunteers being treated badly."

Guate, Guate!

While I personally use this word to refer to things that don't suck, it is also what is called out the doors of chicken buses on their way to Guatemala City, which is where I am. In Guatemala City. Not a chicken bus. Although that would be pretty cool too.

I didn't take a chicken bus here, I took a pullman bus. Is that what they're called in the states? I don't even know.

I am losing my english again, but only when talking about a few things, such as how long I have been here, why I am here, when I am leaving, and, for today only, why I am going to Guatemala City for less than a day. Pues, lo explico en espanol malo.

Llevo casi dos meses aqui. Estaba en Rio Dulce por tres semanas. Iba a ser voluntario en una casa de orfanos, pero me fui. No puedo explicar. Es complicado. Despues, pase una semana en Antigua, y dos semanas en Xela. Si, me gusta mucho.

Voy a Guate porque tengo que recoger (I'm not sure that's the right word...) una amiga que viene, y despues regresamos a Xela.

Now that I've gotten that out of my system...

For those of you who don't speak spanish, or who can't understand incorrect spanish, I am here in Guate to collect my girlfriend. Right now she has probably just stepped off the plane in Chicago, and will be here in just a few hours. It's unreal and amazing...

Today has been a fog bubble imaginary day. I've been floating around cooking oatmeal and fried rice, dropping off my laundry, and trying to set up a loom to weave on. I went to a panadaria today and only wanted some bread and instead got the life story of a woman whose boyfriend won't show her his house. I've relied on school children to help me cross the street. I feel a little like a puppy. It's kind of nice...

Revisiting Casa, at least a little.

During weaving today I met a girl from Holland who worked at Casa for three months. It was fun to revisit the place, although not so fun to visit there...Along those lines, here are some pictures from Casa...Most of them I took my last day there because I pretty much knew it would be my last day there...



Here's the inside of the classroom. It was hard teaching in a sideways classroom, but we did what we had to do. You may recognize the other teacher here. She was in the picture of us at the lake. She escaped shortly after I did.



Here's a shot of snack time. One day Marisol put her snack in her ear and told us that her mom put it there that morning. That was not really true.



Here are little people playing.

Here's Marisol, the precious little one who pooped her pants...

Here are my students, glowing like good students should



Leslie, Carla and Erica. Carla and Erica are sisters. You can tell because they have exactly the same face.

Mas Fotos!

I've become a foto posting freak! Hooray! I just went through and added pictures to a punch of different postings. If I added pictures I added (pics) next to the title, so if you're interested in seeing them, check it out.

Here are a few more for your viewing pleasure. Soon I will stop acting like a photo album and start acting like a blog again....




These little girls took over our cameras and hung out with us for hours. This is an awesome shot, obviously taken by the girl herself.






This is me playing with the special effects on the camera...






And here's a view from the pier at Casa. It wasn't all bad!!

Where we are now...

Here are some pictures of Xela. First, we deal with one of the best parts of this town: the food.



Here is the place where they make papusas. The local English language magazine here says of Papusas, "If you haven't ever had a papusa, take a moment to reevaluate your life." I completely agree. They are yummy, cheap, and haven't made any of us sick. Yet. Right now I am on a mission to get more foreigners to eat street food, as there is a rather irrational fear of it running around. Which means that if you are planning on visiting me in Guatemala, which I know you all want to, you will be highly encouraged to try a papusa.



Here are my lovely travel companions posing next to one of the many stands offering a variety of dulces. Most dulces consist of some sort of fruit and sugar. Yum.




Here is the view from our porch at night. Of course, a procession is going by. Also, I think the pictures might be upside down. Give me time people, give me time.



And here we are in the daytime. We're just on the second floor, so as you can see most of the regular buildings are just one story high. The churches and other important buildings are bigger of course...

That's a start. But I've got all day...Alllllllll day.

(I've actually gone back and added pictures to a couple other posts...Right now the coffee post has some new stuff, as does the Guate Part post...More to come...)

Pictures for sure!!

Here we are hiking from Santa Cruz to San Marcos.



And here I am chilling in a hammock in Santa Cruz.



Here's Becky and I at the foot of Pacaya, the active volcano in Antigua.

All these pictures of from Becky. Thanks Becky!!!

It's Semana Santa, Easter Sunday in fact, which means that there are processions all day every day (this town is addicted to processions!!), and that there is nothing else to do. Yesterday we spent five hours watching a Heroes marathon, playing Scrabble, and making friendship bracelets. Today our favorite internet place is open again, so expect more pictures soon!!

Pictures, Maybe....

This may or may not be a picture of all of us, including our visiting friends Becky from the States and Cristina from Espana.

Plan of the day...

Today I signed up for a Mayan weaving class. I start Monday and will be learning to weave for four hours a day for two days, and two hours the next...Why? Because I need another craft.

It would have been faster to drive, but...

Three days and 45 kilometers later, we are back in Xela (pronounced Shay-la, in case you were wondering...). The trek, as it's called, was awesome. The terrain and views were varied, the food was good, and the group of people was laid back.

We started out the first day with a two hour uphill hike. It was good to get it out of the way, and it was during this hike that Cheka, Phoebe and I discovered that according to Guatemalan tourist trekking standards, we are pretty fast! We kept pace with the lead guide. The hike up was on a rocky trail through the woods, and it reminded us of East Bay hiking trails (it's funny though, because a girl from Pennysalvania said that it reminded her of the trails where she lives. I guess even when away we are all looking for home.). At the top of the hill we stepped out into the grass lands. It is just now starting to hit the rainy season, so the grasses were all brown and dry. Ana, one of the guides, told us that these grasslands stretch all the way from Alaska down to Chile. I never think of climates as running horizontally, but I guess they do! Pretty cool. From the grasslands we hiked through a couple towns. First we hit Nueva Xitinamit (sounds a little like saying shit in the mist, although if you say it with the proper accent, it doesn't), which was rebuilt after Hurricane Mitch. From the towns we hit the woods again. I found that mostly I looked at my feet in an attempt not to trip, but when I did look up it was lush green plants of varying shapes and sizes and the occasional purple, pink, or orange flower.

We spent the first night in an abandoned medical clinic in a town called Santa Clarita. I do not recommend sleeping in abandoned medical clinics. There was no electricty or water (reminded me of Casa little...), and we slept on the floor of cement cells. Dinner was good though. We all ate in the "kitchen" which was the largest room, and the only room that had a bed, which served as our kitchen table. Although the accomadations were less than five star, we had a good time. The best part was that we got to use a temescal (home made sauna) in someone's backyard. The guides kept saying that we could clean up in the temescal, although it was beyond me how sitting and sweating more would make me clean. But the temescal was awesome. The room was small, maybe five feet by five feet, with a low ceiling and hot stones heated by the fire below. There was a spigot of cold water and big barrel of hot water and we mixed them together and cleaned up. Hands down, it was one of the best sauna experiences ever, although it was weird to step out and realize that wow, we were in someone's backyard.. .We fell asleep the first night to the sound of church bells, and woke up the next morning to the sound of church bells. In between I had an elaborate dream about a company that creates beautiful beds with soft pillows and elaborate bedspreads. It's a service that you purchase for your friends as gifts, and it sneaks into houses to set them up. It's a bit of a practical joke service too, because as nice as the beds are, they are also shortsheeted. I note this mostly because the next day was April first, so it was a pretty apt dream...

Sunday morning we ate a typical Guatemalan breakfast of eggs, beans, and rice (and this weird hot drink made of bananas...), and set out on the road again. We started off walking along a dirt road with cliffs rising to the left and steep almost vertical mountains rising to the right. Kids from the town we walked through ran out asking to have their pictures taken. After a couple of hours we hit a river where we took a little rest, and then climbed up one of the nearly vertical mountains. It was tough, but there was good cloud cover, and it's actually really rewarding to climb such a mountain. From there it was more little towns, dusty roads, and green plants. We hiked through cornfields and had lunch and a nap (all 17 of us...) on a grassy place by a river. Much of the second day was spent hiking up hills only to hike down them. We came into a valley where we crossed a the same river not one, not five, but fourteen times. This was actually one of my favorite parts of the hike.

We spend the second night with a family. They cooked us a wonderful meal and we spent the evening roasting marshmallows and hanging out with their four boys, ranging in age from 1 and a half to 13. The thirteen year old played the guitar, including a Guatemalan verion of Ode to Joy. Pretty cool. We woke up the next morning at 3:30, and walked along a paved road to a lookout point over Lago Atitlan, where we watched the sunrise and ate breakfast. From there it was two and a half hours of downhill with an optional hike up a hill called Nariz Del Indo, which looks like a nose. From there we had spectacular views of the lake, as well as the joys of having hiked up yet another steep hill. We swam in the lake, I collected more shells (this time taking care to cover my back, which had, by the way bubbled and peeled. Yuck.), and then hopped on a lancha over to San Pedro. After lunch we left most of our group in San Pedro, and then hopped in the back of a pick-up truck for the two hour ride back to Xela. We were lucky in that there was no road construction, and less lucky in that it poured. Apparently we are trying to make the trip between Xela and the lake as many ways as possible. We have taken a chicken bus, walked, and now ridden in a pick-up. Next I am planning on taking a boat.*

Overall, the trip was well worth it. I hadn't been backpacking for years, and this has definitely renewed my interest in it. What was interesting about this hike though was the purpose for the trails. In the states all the trails I've hiked on are there as fire trails, or specifically there as hiking trails. These trails, while looking pretty similar, are actually in use by the people leaving near them. We pulled to the side of the trail several times so that local folks could get by with their huge loads of firewood or corn, which they carry tied to their heads. It definitely put our trek in perspective.

We got back to Xela around 5 and settled into our apartment (great place with a kitchen!), and dined on yet more papusas and atol. Yum. Today is a simple day with simple errands of internet, shopping, and trying to find volunteer opportunities and good things to put in our tummies.

*Note: There is no body of water that connects Xela with the lake.