oh you know...the uzsh.

as i am preparing to return to the states, i decided to write down a list of all the things that have become normal life for me here in Guate. i got the idea from another gringa on the trip and decided to expand. so here you go, here is a taste of my normal life in the Guate:

1. coffee.    every day. at least twice a day.
2. throwing toilet paper in the trash can. (this one could get messy once i am readjusting)
3. my water bottle is my lifeline, teeth brushing, drinking...i can't go anywhere without it
4. no carpet. the closest i came was the little square outside my shower. gross.
5. beds that break.      i think my total may be around 5.
6. chuchos (street dogs) everywhere. they are so ugly....they are cute
7. math. i have to divide by 8 in order to convert to US dollars
8. beans, rice and tortillas
9. more tortillas
10. pop in a bag. that's right. it is soooo much more fun
11. unreliable internet source
12. fleas. yes, humans can get them too.
13. living with a family of seven or more.
14. walking. i now understand the term "uphill bothways"
15. the faces of my 14 other gringos
16. water-pressure-less showers. the less the pressure, the hotter the water.
17. an alarm at 6:55am every morning, breakfast at 7
18. greeting everyone on the street-regardless of if you know them
19. fireworks at all hours of the day
20. every single person on the street has machetes
21. being known as a "gringa"
22. no airconditioning
23. roosters who don't know what time of day it is
24. no cold (good) milk
25. do not have the right away when crossing the street
26. chicken buses, the ride of your life
27. loud off-tune singing
28. lots and lots of laughter and love
29. spanish
30. more love.

Alma: the librarian

We have started school again! Ok, well this announcement is a week old…but its coming to ya sooner than some other stuff I have to write you all about. But, I’ll just get to that later when I am looking to procrastinate more on my homework.

My new teacher’s name is Alma. It is quite a different environment having a female teacher now compared to a male one. Alma is 74 (the oldest teacher at CLM) and also super cute. She always is dressed up in dresses, that she has tailored for her, and looks like a sweet old librarian. Conversations between Guillermo and I would often be filled with talk of politics, history and justice. Now however, our conversations revolve around education (the theme for the paper I have to write) and differences between now and then. Especially when it comes to love. Last class she had been telling me about her boyfriend and how different lovers acted back in the day compared to now. She sure had some sweet stories. On Monday she is bringing me pictures from her wedding. I bet she was so beautiful. I am excited to see them.

Which reminds me, she is so thoughtful, she is always bringing me things! Depending on conversations we will have or themes that will come up- she always knows some article or book with more information. She then brings the information the next day for me to read on my spare time. (which I have been lacking lately) one day we were talking about fruits and I told her that previous to this trip, I had only known of one kind of mango. And, the mango has become one of my favorite fruits! It is so delicious. Well, the next day what does she do?? She bought me two mangos of a kind I haven’t had yet…and they were delicious!!! And the most fun fruit I have ever eaten. What you do is you squish up the mango with your hands. You basically make it nice and juicy on the inside. Then you bite into the top just a bit and squeeze all the juice out.

It is so messy, so delicious, and so fun!!!

I am going to have to take a trip to the market to buy more of those. They are like pieces of heaven on earth.

This little piggy went to the market…and THIS little piggy went WEEEEEEE on the way to the slaughter.

Yes. I am as menacing as that title sounds. I witnessed a murder. That’s right. Someone…or rather, something died on my watch.

On march 18, Siiid, Emily, Lauren, Becky, Dan, Chris and I took a chicken bus back up to Magdalena and stayed the night with our old host families. After eating a supper at the wonderful Café mi cafecito (one of my favorite restaurants) we were invited to Mateo and Nick Miller’s (two people who work for SI) and had tea & bread & their mom’s homemade jam. It ‘twas delicious!

We settled in pretty early for the night in preparation for the eventful day ahead. It felt so good to be back in Magdalena and back with my family. I didn’t realize how much I had missed that town.

Our alarms went off bright and early at 4:30 in the morning. We rolled out of bed and wandered down the streets to Veronica’s house. My older brother Marito got up early to walk us there. It was unnecessary, but so so so extremely kind of him!

Anyways, we waited outside the house for the guys who were going to butcher the pig to arrive. The truck pulls up and they motion for us to hop in the back.

I FULFILLED #32 ON MY BUCKET LIST: RIDE IN THE BACK OF A PICK UP.

Let me tell you…it was the ride of my life! Roller coasters don’t even compare to the thrill of that morning. I think part of the reason it was so thrilling was because I was still so sleepy…but that ride sure woke me up fast. If not, I may have been flown from the truck! We were speeding around corners, down streets, up streets…going every which direction! Good thing there was no one else up yet, otherwise they would have been road kill. 10 minutes later we arrived at the farm. It is still pitch black outside…so we were using the flashlights on our handy-dandy cell phones to guide our way around the farm. I almost got clotheslined by a clothesline…but don’t worry. I am ok.

Then we arrived to the scene of the crime. There in the pen was the pig who’s brain was about to become sizzled. I say it that way because here in Guate they kill the pigs by electrocution. It was very difficult to see…but the men worked together, they had a system down to placing the correct wires on the pig’s head and then it was time to do the deed.

SSSZZZZZZZZZZT. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! CLUMP.

The first sound was the electricity hitting the pig after they doused the pig in water.

The second sound was the pig/me screeching. That’s right, I did squeal in shock and sympathy.

The third sound was the pig’s body falling to the ground.

After the duty was completed, we had the daunting task of bringing the pig back to the pickup truck to then bring back to the house to slaughter. This was no small pig mind you. My host dad told me 280lbs. the men were able to hoist it into a wheelbarrow and after a lot of pushing and hauling (with rest breaks in between) the 3 guys (plus chris) were able to get the pig…wheelbarrow and all into the pickup truck.

Can you guess what comes next? We all hop in to the back of the pickup truck. Except this time as we are careening along the mountain side, not only do we have to worry about flying out of the back, but also making sure the pig/wheelbarrow doesn’t squish us. I had the pleasure of sitting right next to the head.

The thing wouldn’t stop staring at me.

(insert embarrassing story) while we are riding in the truck, the guys ask us how we kill pigs in the US. Everyone in the group is quick to say they are from the city…and don’t know how. Lucky me I spoke up and said that I thought they killed it with a big “cuchara.” Uh oh. The surprise in his voice clued me in to my mistake. “Cuchara” means spoon…what I had meant was to say “cuchillo.” (knife) man, I am always getting those two mixed up. However, I am blaming it on the early morning/lack of sleep/traumatizing events. I tried to play it off smoothly and was explaining how I am so strong, a “cuchara” is all I need. I don’t think they bought it.

Well, to make an already long story slightly shorter…the guys then proceeded to butcher up the pig. It was a long and artful process that was quite awesome to watch. I loved my pig dissection in high school, but I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to handle this one. I am quite proud of myself though. It was so cool! The guys who were working on it would just laugh at me because I would go from “gross!...woah, cool!...that’s so sweet!” in the same 3 seconds. And, the guys would joke around with me and say, “and now for the spoon.” When they were pulling out a big machete. Oh the jokesters. But, for those with strong stomachs I have a ton of pictures and video of the whole butchering process. It truly is art. And the good news is…I didn’t lose the pictures on my computer!! These ones were still on my camera…so I can show everyone!

After this process, I was invited back to my host family’s house for breakfast. At this time it was about 8:30 in the morning. (yeah everything lasted about 4 hours) you may be wondering how I had an appetite?? Well, this is because pancakes were on the menu, luckily no bacon.

Well….this is the first of many stories to hopefully catch you up on my life here in Antigua. More to come soon!! I do rather enjoy writing about this stuff instead of doing the “h” word.

R.I.P.

Wowsers.

Ok, so I know I am EXTREMELY behind on updating this thing. But I have good reason for that. Not only am I in a foreign am country…but I also a student who lacks access to internet and an excess amount of homework. And I guess there’s one more thing…I have good news and bad news for all y’all: It seems like whenever I would go to update my life…I would remember some other sort of homework I had to go do and finish. BUT I have been making a list of everything that I need to write about so I don’t forget everything. That’s the good news. Now for the bad news….so this list I made in a word document on my computer. (I know you probably wonder where I am going with this.) And some of the recent tragedy in my life involves my computer. It died.

That’s it. Caput. It tossed its cookies and never lived to tell the tale.

I guess it lived a good life. Unfortunately in its last stand it decided to take all my documents and pictures with it.

Luckily Mateo works at the SI office. Computers bow before him. Well, Mateo performed surgery on my computer…and was able to save some things. Some of my documents and pictures were saved, however a lot were lost. It was a tiring and gruesome battle.

While at the beginning this was tragic news for me. (and I guess it still kind of is) I am deciding to look on the bright side of things.

1. Now I get to exercise my memory and remember all of the things I have to blog about.
2. I get to buy a new computer!
3. I get to take more pictures again and try to revisit old memories.
4. I have a story to tell.
5. I won’t have to worry about hauling my computer home.
6. I can maybe (???) get some new computer money from selling parts of my old one.
7. Hmmmm….i think it’s kinda hard to find the silver lining just yet.

It’ll come though. But until then I will be brainstorming and doing my best to recall all of the wonderful and life changing things that occur in the BEAU-tiful country of Guate.

Insects you have met your match.

Looking at that title I do not mean me…I mean my compe. (my roomie)

She is awesome when it comes to massacring disgusting insects. I have killed my fair share of baby ants (15 to be exact) but she has come to my rescue on two separate occasions when there was a cockroach and giant spider in the bathroom.

Sydney (my compe) has also done a wonderful job of taking care of me while I am sick…but what I do appreciate the most is her quick instinct to kill.

But don’t worry…it only applies to creatures with 4+ legs. I am safe.

The Four P’s: Partido, Pizza, Picnic and Pantalones

WHAT AN AMAZING DAY!!!

Ok, so I may be writing this today…but I am talking about last Sunday. (I hope this doesn’t confuse you all too much.)

Man oh man! So, the past week it has just been stressful, not only with classes at the Mayan school, but with Dr. Zalanga’s lectures and with being sick. I totally needed a day like today. it was great.

Ok, so first off…Sunday is my day to sleep in. Crazy, I know…but would you believe I get to sleep in and still go to church?! Oh the beauty of living in a society that functions more on the tardy side of things….

Anyway, this weekend I didn’t go to church because I went to a PARTIDO DE FUTBOL PROFESIONAL!!! (for the non Spanish speaking…that’s A PROFESSIONAL SOCCER GAME!!)

It was awesome. A group of us (Dan, Chris, Andy, Me, Lauren and Emily) met up and walked the few blocks to the stadium. At the stadium you can pay for the cheap seats in el sol or for the more expensive ones in la sombra. We opted for the sun…who doesn’t need a good dose of Vitamin D anyway?? The ticket was only 15Q….which converts to just under $2. What a great deal!

Antigua’s team won…of course. But what was really cool to see was the loyalty of the fans. There was fireworks, a band, people in masks screaming and yelling, and confetti paper raining down on us…and this was just for when the team came out on the field. When they scored…there was even more of a celebration. And their mascot?? An avocado. Of course they were going to win. How cool is that?!

After the soccer game, we were craving a bit of home-style food. So, we went for pizza. Dan, Lauren and I split one pizza and we took it to go. We ended up having a pizza picnic in the park. It was delicious. Since it was a Sunday, we receive a stipend because our host families don’t feed us on Sundays. Therefore, this pizza picnic in the park was possible. (man, how many “p”s can I get in one sentence?)

Ok, so I’ve gone through three of the four “P”s…what one’s left?? PANTALONES. And more specifically hippie pants. Dan, Lauren, becky and I went to the market and bought some of the best pants known to men. Think Aladdin…but in a typical Guatemalan fabric. I can’t wait for you all to see them. I believe next year we are going to have hippie pants Thursdays or something like that. So when you see those really cool pants in the halls of bethel university, you can know that that’s me!

Now for some more updated parts of life:

            My roommate and I have gone to two free jazz concerts that Antigua has hosted. One group from the US and one group from Italy. It was pretty fun and the setting was sweet. The concerts were at the Spanish Embassy in front of some ruins. It was so cool and kinda eerie to see the ruins lit up from the lights of the stage. Dan came with to the first concert, and it was cool to get a history lesson behind some of the songs. The US group played some that were very influential in the civil rights movement in the states. Super interesting. I feel like I am learning so much while here. It’s almost like I can’t not learn. I don’t have to be in the classroom for learning to take place, I am finding that this is a blessing as much as it is a curse.

the joy of education and parasitic creatures

This past week has been crazy busy. Let me start by explaining a typical day in the life of laura:

7:05 alarm clock goes off

7:10 still in bed

7:14 jumping out of bed, rush to put on clothes and run downstairs

7:15 breakfast with the other housemates

7:30 done with breakfast and grab things to leave for school

7:40 walk to school….which I actually know how to get to now!

7:55 meet in the library, group prayer and announcements before school starts

8-12 class with Guillermo

            A coffee and sweet bread break 10-10:30

1:00 lunch with housemates

Free time for homework, visiting the market, interviewing people, internet access, rest

6:00 supper with housemates

Free time for all the above mentioned activities

10:00 curfew

Also included, is every Tuesday we have a group Bible study from 4-5:30

While this schedule is all fine and dandy for when we have classes….last week the University decided we needed some more education time.

Well, not necessarily so….but last week we were graced with the presence of Dr. Zalanga, a professor at Bethel. All of the students in the group are taking a class of his during our time here. He was here for one week to give us our lectures for the entire semester. We are taking a class on Economic Development with a focus on the development of 3 world countries, not only Guate, but around the world. Although, it does make learning so much more interesting when we can see examples and compare situations to the country we are directly living in. Because of this class, I am seeing the impact that many actions the USA has had on the economies of other countries, and as a consequence the lives of the people living there, especially the poor. I am struggling in understanding my role in this situation…now that I know of all the inequality, what’s my role in changing it? How can I impact this for the good? What is the answer to all the poverty, malnutrition, homelessness and illiteracy caused by some of these decisions?

Dr. Zalanga is one of the smartest people I know, and the great thing is he doesn’t make me feel stupid. Everything he explains, makes complete sense. And while I have never exhibited a burning desire for economics, I found myself at the edge of my seat during his lectures.

(Random thought: I would love to invade his library and documentary collection.)

Although, no matter how awesome someone makes a class, being able to see the sun outside makes sitting for that long a bit rough.

Also, one thing that made it a bit rough was that this past week I was sick. (for your benefit I will not go into details) On and off stomach issues…my program coordinator thought I may have a parasite. Fortunately I am feeling better, so hopefully I am in the clear from that. I would not enjoy a parasite. Eww. Gross.

So….add to the schedule before: class from 3-5:30. And add 6 hours of class all day Saturday, we only got a break for lunch.

All I have to say to that is….

Thank goodness I enjoy learning.

what's your prey?

Ok, so the last blog I promised that I would write about our excursion to Guatemala City that happened the 12^th of February. I apologize that I am so far behind….and I am not going to tell you all of what happened, but this particular event that has stuck with me. As much as I may, or may not want to shake it.

Our group traveled to Guatemala City. It is here that I saw the two ends of a spectrum.

Our first stop was the cemetery, where there were literally mini churches built for their dead. Not going to lie, this was actually a super sweet/eerie set up. It was almost like we were on a movie set where Godzilla was going to come and destroy the city. I kept expecting him to jump out from a corner on cue, and people to run from the “buildings” screaming. But, again…this isn’t the focus of the trip.

We are walking toward the back of the cemetery….and I notice a large black bird that flies above my head…crow maybe? I think nothing of it.

I lag behind taking pictures of various things throughout the cemetery. I didn’t notice that my group had reached their destination. I turned the corner to catch up with them and noticed more of those large black birds, at least 30, all standing on and around the tombs.

They aren’t crows.

They are vultures.

I don’t think I have ever had such an eerie chill pass through my spine.

I made my way around them, giving them the largest arc I could to join my group. The beady eyes of the vultures following me the entire time. So creepy. Just the fact that these guys prey on dead things flashes a warning signal in my head.

I make my way to the group and notice how quiet they are. They are all looking down into the valley below us….it is here that I found a scene that broke my heart. I think my heart literally stopped beating. I stopped dead in my tracks.

In the valley is the city dump…where people were scavenging for food, things to wear/sell/live with. There is a lot of poverty in Guatemala….and then there are these people. This dump is where the poorest of the poor scavenge for a means to live. It is one of the only places where the uneducated and poor can go to find work. It is also one of the most dangerous.

This isn’t the end….

Circling above them were hundreds and hundreds of the large black vultures. The harsh reality is that while these people are scavenging…they themselves are the prey.

Hundreds……and hundreds.

Sides of the mountain were a solid black color, trees and land could not be seen…it was covered with these birds.

Deaths occur at the dump on a frequent basis. The towers of trash are very unstable, and many people are buried alive. It may take up to a week to dig anyone out…and by then it is no use.

Not only is the trash dangerous for the workers, but the families actually live right next to the dump. My teacher Guillermo was telling me today of how sometimes the trash buries the people in their “homes”…if you can even call where they live a home. Not only is the trash dangerous, but the fumes and pollutants are causing many health issues for the children and families.

Right after this experience, we were rushed off to a mall, Mira Flores. Everyone was kind of in shock in the bus….for the 10 minute ride. Here is where we saw the richest people of Guatemala. Literally, some of these kids were wearing stuff worth more than a year’s tuition at Bethel. Our guide gave us each 10Q to buy a can of pop. We were told to sit down and drink it. While we drank it, we were supposed to imagine the hands that would next be digging through the trash to find that can. Risking their lives for it….it was hard to imagine. I just couldn’t shake the image of those vultures from my mind.

I still can’t.

antigua...a new (old) town.

wow, so here I am realizing that I haven’t written in weeks. It feels like I am in a completely different world.

Before you question that, yes I know I am in Guatemala. But as of two weeks ago, I am living in a different town that is a whole new experience from my life in Magdalena. The Sunday before we started school, my compes (our term for roomie) and I moved into a large home in Antigua. What a beautiful place, but I will give more details a little later. The housing situation is a little different here, because having students is more like a business in this touristy town. In fact, there were a total of 9 students living in my house. Not only am I living in a completely different culture, but I am being exposed to cultures all around the world. OK, so here’s the dirt on my fellow housemates:

1.      Genevieve- 30s, Canada

2.      Johannes- 60/70s, Holland

3.      Jimmy- 30s, South Korea

4.      Sonya- 26, South Korea

5.      Emilio- 30s, Turkey

6.      David- 30s, England

7.      me

8.      Sydney (roomie from Bethel)

9.      Becky (program coordinator)

However, since moving in we have lost numbers 1 &5, who were replaced by two Denmarkians (julia & benjamin). Needless to say it is always an eclectic group at the dinner table and gets quite entertaining with the varying languages and lack of Spanish abilities.

I miss my family in Magdalena very much. Since Mario and Ingrid work with SI, I luckily got to see them once in passing while they were in town for a meeting. It was wonderful to see them again, even though it reminded me of the family I was missing. It just makes me excited for when I am done with school and move back to Magdalena for the last 3 weeks of my time here.

Now for school. Not as bad as I thought it would be. I was blessed with this super cute little Guatemalan teacher named Guillermo. If you want an accurate mental image, picture Robin Williams, except short and extremely tan. Guillermo is hilarious and knows everything about everything. No joke. We talk politics, history, current issues, life….and I am learning! It is probably the best way to learn by far. I have school four hours a day 8-12. The time flies, and while I don’t enjoy the homework associated with the class, I do enjoy the actual learning/school aspect. Our teachers basically have free reign to take us on “field trips” to the market or places they think would be educational. Also, Guillermo really enjoys coffee, so we get two coffee breaks throughout the day. I may have a problem come summer, I used to only enjoy the smell of coffee, or coffee with ½ creamer and ½ sugar…..i am now a 3 cup/day girl. Haha oh well, at least the coffee here is better for you than in the states.

On Monday, Dr. Zalanga (a professor from Bethel) is starting an intense week of classes for us because he is in the country to give us our lectures. I am not as excited for this…but I guess what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

Antigua is a beautiful place. Basically it is a 10x10 square block of streets…which unfortunately makes every street look the same. (quite unfortunate for those less directionally inclined…but I am managing.) It is situated in a valley, surrounded by 3 volcanoes which makes for an absolute beautiful view no matter which direction you are walking. Yes, one of the volcanoes is active. I only know this because I was walking home for supper and saw one erupting. I guess you can only get that kind of view while abroad. The city is so vibrant with color, the buildings come in every variety, and the market is quite a splendor for your eyes to take in.

I am trying to build some friendships at the market, which has been quite fun when bartering with the merchants, however….it is hard to know that most are trying to scam you. While I want to believe the best in people, I am beginning to develop a discerning eye. It is fun to get to know the people and talk to them….i hope to develop some lasting friendships while here.

Since being in Antigua, we have gone on one excursion….but I will have to write about that at a later time since I have written so much already, and I have some economics to read (I guess if we’re being honest, I am going to skim it.)

Alrighty….ta ta for now. Besos for everyone.

I do miss you.

Laura.

Chicken Buses: the ride of your life

aye aye aye......i don't know where to begin with the chicken bus experience. well, i guess i'll give it a go.

so, the public buses here in guatemala are an extremely interesting experience to have. lucky for me, i get to ride in one every day when living in Magdalena because my work site is in antigua...approximately a 40 minute bus ride away. however, the drivers will drive as slow or fast as they would like.

the buses makeup is extremely similar to school buses in the states, and actually...most have school names written on the side covered poorly with other paint. however, they are decorated to the max. there is every random cartoon character possible plastered on the inside, tacky flowers hanging from the mirrors and wild paint designs on the outside. photos do not do them justice.

Not only are they colorfully loud, they are also loud on the inside. Most are blaring music and are stacked full of people talking. The drivers are constantly honking the horn to alert the city to its presence and the emergency buzzer is going off as people exit and enter in the back door....while the bus is moving mind you. The bus rarely stops....if only one person has to board the bus at a stop...they just get their foot in the door and the bus is already driving away.They also are occasionally full of vendors who walk up and down the aisle trying to sell their products, while yelling over the noise. I almost always see someone sleeping during the trip, and I have absolutely no idea how this is possible.The coolest bus i was in was blaring techno music....super super fun.

Ok, now you may be wondering why they call them "chicken buses." Well, it is because they are packed full of people, like chickens get packed, literally. Bear with me on this analogy. Each seat is supposed to hold 6 "cheeks." While this is all good and dandy for you to get to know your seat buddies, it is not very plausible. Only 5 "cheeks" can fit on the seat so one is in the aisle. This goes for every seat. So, there are technically two "cheeks" hanging in the aisle. Now, the aisle is about the width of two "cheeks" so it works out quite marvelously. however, somehow the guatemalans manage to squeeze 30-40 more people within the aisles. I believe its impossible. Even when people try to squeez through the aisles to find an open spot where they can place their "cheek" you are basically tossed into the laps of your neighbors as they pass. There is also the helper guy who helps the bus driver back up when he needs to and also pushes his way through the aisle to collect everyones money. This is the best way I could find to explain this phenomena....so i am sorry if it doesn't make any sense.

they are pretty cheap to ride, most costing only 4 quetzales a ride...which is equivalent to about 50 cents in the US. However, the price does depend on the length of the trip.

When we go down the mountain it is a little sickening because the driver literally has to slam on the brakes every few seconds to make sure the bus doesn't pick up too much speed and go careening over the edge. while it makes me sick, i am grateful that he is taking precautions so i don't die. When you are going up the mountain however, it is the exact opposite. The drivers take the turns so fast that literally there are times when both "cheeks" (to use my analogy from earlier) are off the bus seat and the only thing keeping you from flying across the bus is holding onto the handles they installed on top of each seat. let me tell you, you get to know your neighbors. it reminds me of merry-go-rounds at parks where you spin around so fast that your feet fly off the edge....except this time its your "cheeks."

all in all, it is a great experience....one that i am grateful to have. i do believe that school buses in the states will never be quite the same............................

Guatemala: Un pais de amor

i have never seen so much love exist in the hearts of a people. it is absolutely awesome. i know of the typical "minnesota nice" but here in guatemala its "we all love and respect each other guatemala." ok, after rereading that, it doesn't make sense....but whatever. I absolutely love walking down the street and greeting "good morning, afternoon or evening" to every person i meet. When you enter a room you always ask "con permiso?" and when leaving you are always left with at least 3 of the following: "may God bless you, thank you, have a good rest, and what a great meal." There is so much respect and love in this country, in the hearts of its people.

Take Mama Ingrid for example. She is my host mom and a wonderful woman. She can talk for hours (literally) entertaining us with stories of her adventures. It is absolutely hilarious to listen too...she has the memory of an elephant. But the most touching is how she has opened up her home, heart and familiy to us. She has not failed to mention multiple times what a blessing it is having us in her house, how she prays for each and every one of her Bethel students and how they will always have a place in her heart. There is a peace about her that makes you feel at home, which she says is open to us whenever we shall please. "Aqui las puertas estan abiertas." This woman also helped found Students International, she is a wonderful wonderful servant of God.

Also, Nineth is my site leader. This woman has one of the largest hearts I know. Everyday she works as a volunteer at the hospital, Hermano Pedro. This woman knows every single patient, doctor and nurse by name....and spreads God's love to every single one of them. It is amazing to see. She has such a good reputation at the hospital that when me and the other Bethel students went to the office to complete our volunteer paperwork and get our IDs, the head hauncho of the office told the lady doing our paperwork that we have full access to ANY area of the hospital....all other volunteers are limited to one section. It is so good to see how great God's love is when it comes to working miracles.

Which brings me to the hospital....what an emotional experience, but i guess i was warned. Many of the patients there have mental or physical disabilities, most both. Some have family that come and visit but the majority were abandoned when they were little. This hospital has separate sections for grandpas, grandmas, ladies, men, girls, boys and babies. Some have been in the hospital for 20 years. The hospital is actually inside a church that is so large it stretches for one block x one block. There are monks that live on the second floor....that's an experience I don't see very often.

So far, I have not worked very much in the hospital. The first day, we had a tour and then got to help the nurses with lunch. I fed Carlitos.....I don't know wear more food ended up, in his mouth or around it. It is messy business feeding kids, but I hope I'll get better. What I have been doing lately is making decorations and nametags to go on the walls of the room for the ladies. Otherwise the walls are bare and it is very gloomy. Now it will be more like a home for them. I am excited to see their faces when they see their new disney princess decorations and all the brillantina (glitter) we have been using for them. However, it makes me want to watch the disney movies really bad.

Wow, I have written a lot. I am sorry for all of those who actually read all the way through this....I can only imagine you are sick of all the details. Well, I will just have to write more often....because like I tell Greta "We are going to want to remember this in 5 years!!" so we are taking pictures of everything. Next time I shall write of the chicken buses....now that's an interesting experience........ :)


Besos para todos,
Laura

ecological hike

Como se dice "calves of steel?"

well, that's what i am going to have at the end of this trip. My house is located towards the top of the hill, and i thought that was bad enough. But, today we hiked a mountain for over an hour. Normally, they wait a week until they bring people there so we can adjust to the altitude of Guatemala. Nope, not for us. We went right at it.....and it was tough. Because of that, I am exhausted. I start at my ministry site tomorrow, so then I'll have some free time. Hopefully then I can update about today and tomorrow....or I might nap. We'll see.

I am nervous about the sites though. I have been told that Hermano Pedro is one of the most difficult to work at emotionally. However, I hope to learn from the people of Guatemala....not be their superman to save the day, but instead I have this feeling that they'll save me. I am going to learn so much from them, that in the end all the emotions are going to be worth it.

Pues, necesito dormir.
Con amor,
Laura

Ahora Vivo en Guatemala

Hola!!

So, today has been the longest day. hopefully my post doesn't get to  be as long. it started with being at the airport at 3:45am, flying to Miami, and then connecting to Guatemala City.

Once I arrived in the city, reality had not sunken in. Here I had landed in the place I am going to call my home for 3.5 months and I was trying to convince myself it was my reality!

The flights went without a hitch, so that was a blessing. On the flight to Guatemala, I sat next to a gentleman in his late 30s-young 40s who did not know any English....and yet he would not stop talking. I guess this was a good thing. He couldn't believe that I didn't have a boyfriend and wasn't worried about getting married. He said I would have to within a couple years! Its funny to see how the Bethel bubble exists outside of St. Paul. Anyways, it was great talking to him and good help for my spanish because now my brain is on overload. But, i know this experience will be amazing.

We drove to Magdalena which is the town where we will be doing our ministry sites and got to meet our host families. My wishes of having more brothers and sisters has been fulfilled! I am know the proud member of a family with 7 children and one grandchild. They are the most adorable people in the world. (I know this doesn't mean much coming from me, but I am serious) I can not wait to get to know them....although I am going to have trouble remembering their names. Jonathon (7) has already drawn me a picture that I know I will keep forever. They also have a dog named Oso (bear, for all you nonspanish speakers) which I hope will help me to not miss Kobe as much.

I stay in the house of the town's pastor (Mario) and his wife (Ingrid) was excited to have 3 new daughters (me, sydney and becky). Because he is the pastor, all our meetings are held at his guest house, God must have known this would be beneficial for me since instead of getting lost in the city, I just have to walk down some steps.

The steps here are pretty uneven....and if you know me really well you would understand why this is an area of concern. i will be extra cautious though. enough said.

The people here all seem so beautiful. The view and city is incredibly beautiful as well. I can not wait to begin exploring this country and filling my time with adventures.

It is really cool because my house has a roof that we can go on to do homework and such. It has the most amazing view. In the background are the mountains, and you see a whole overview of the city, it is just precious....I am hoping to see a sunset/rise from there sometime soon.

It is crazy to think I am going to be living in a whole new world. Its going to be hard to remember to not flush my toilet paper and to always use my water bottle if I want to brush my teeth, but I know that this experience will be worth it. So far I have realized I have only forgotten two things, so that is pretty good for me. The spanish is a little overwhelming, but so far I am handling myself pretty well.

To all the people back home, I miss and love you lots. Besos!!

Con amor,
Laura