Hamster Deer. Also known as an Agouti; second largest rodent int he world.
About Me
- Grace
- Here I am in Peace Corps Guatemala... I would like to share my experiences with those back home and elsewhere with this online journal. Please post comments and question if you have any. Any mail can be sent to: Grace Hansen PCV Cuerpo de Paz Apartado Postal 33 Chimaltenango, Chimaltenango, 4001 Guatemala, Centro América Or I can be reached by telephone: 011.502.5384.4287 or skype: grace.anna ¡Besos!
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Semana Santa
For Semana Santa my friend Patrick came to visit and we planned a grand trip up north to see the beautiful sites that Guatemala has to offer.
Day 1: Patrick arrives and we immediately hop on a bus up to Coban with the hopes of making it to Semuc Champey by night fall. The 5 hour bus ride turned out to be a 7 hour bus trip due to heavy holiday traffic, but eventually we made it to Coban where we enjoyed a delicious dinner before heading off in a shuttle to Lanquin. We stayed at a place that came highly recommended and the whole way there, I told Patrick of the beauty and serenity he could expect when we arrived. Contrary to my last experience in Lanquin, we were not met by serenity but rather, a disco-like atmosphere full of drunken foreigners playing musical chairs. I don't think Patrick was very impressed... but nevertheless we enjoyed ourselves by sitting on the porch of the cabin, drinking a cold beer and watching the shenanigans from a safe distance.
Day 2: The next morning we awoke to the promised peace and serenity and after a delicious breakfast, we started our journey up to Semuc Champey. The pools there were just as blue and beautiful as ever and after a sweaty hike up, we were more than ready for a swim. We spent a good part of the day exploring and relaxing before starting back to the lodge. We hitched a ride in a pickup truck and sat uncomfortable on a cushion of crushed beer cans. I was assured that the driver was not drinking, only the passengers that sat in the back with us. They were quite entertaining with their remarks and jokes and one of them secretly snapped a photo of Pat... well not really of Pat, but actually just of his beard. I don't think they were used to seeing such abundant facial hair.
When we got back to the lodge we met up with my friend Hannah, another PCV living in the area. Just before sunset we all went to the caves of Lanquin for a quick tour and to watch the great exodus of bats at dusk. The darker it got, the more they seemed to flow out in a steady, stream. They whizzed past our faces in blinks and blurs and you could feel the collective wind of them whooshing by.
Day 3: Hannah went off to a meeting and as Pat and I sat at breakfast we spontaneously decided to take off for Flores as soon as possible. I ran up to reception and the woman at the desk told me that the shuttle was leaving now. As in RIGHT now. I could here the engine starting up and the gravel crunching under the tires as the van began to pull away. The woman called the driver and asked him to wait 5 minutes for us. We quickly packed up all of our things, and brushed our teeth en route to the parking lot. We hunkered down for the 4 hour car ride up to Flores. Our final destination was the Hotel Mon Ami located on the other side of lake Peten, in El Remate. The hotel was quaint and tucked back on a quiet dirt road. Just in front was a long rickety dock which stretched out over the water which was fresh and blue and oh so inviting. After a long, hot journey, the water felt great and we were very happy with our choice to stay in El Remate.
Day 4: We awoke very early to catch a bus to the famous Mayan ruins of Tikal. It was well worth the journey and when we first entered the grand plaza I felt completely overwhelmed and awed by what surrounded us. It seemed to me such an extraordinary human achievement.
I was also fascinated by the lush jungle and all the wild life that inhabited it. We saw beautiful birds, spider monkeys, and something that resembled a giant hamster deer.
We climbed the amazing towering structures and gazed down over the jungle canopy as howler monkeys made their ominous calls. Howler monkeys in fact don't sound like monkeys at all... They sound like demons. I wouldn't call it howling as much as roaring. An interesting fact about these creatures, which I learned from my friend Hannah, is that all the dinosaur roars and snarls used in the Jurassic Park movies were actually howler monkeys.
After a day of exploration we headed back to the hotel and took a dip in the lake, and hung out on the dock while dusk settled in. It was a perfectly peaceful and relaxing day.
Day 5: Another early morning off to another beautiful place... We hopped on a bus to Rio Dulce hoping to "aprovechar" the week and experience as much as possible. This gave us only a taste of the beauty of these places and often times, we wished we had more time... But at least we know where to go next time!
A slight mishap occurred upon our departure from the bus terminal. I don't remember if the driver was talking on his cell phone or exactly what was going on at the time, but I distinctly remember seeing from my front seat position on the bus, the form of a man smashing into the right side window followed by the sound of grinding metal and what I imagined to be crushing bone... The driver cursed and pulled over to the side of the road in a panic and most of the passengers poured out to see what had happened. I imagined that there must be a dead body in the road after that collision but I remembered that I had my first aid kit and decided to get out and see if I could be of any help. There behind the bus was a young man with a mangled bicycle. Miraculously he did not appear to be injured although his face was pale and ashen. He looked confused and disoriented as the bus driver kept repeating that he shouldn't have ridden his bike into the front of his bus. After a few minutes of argument and a survey of the mangled bike, the bus driver returned to the pilot seat and we were on our way again without ever looking back. I do hope the man on the bike got some medical attention and compensation for his damaged property but somehow I don't think he did...
Anyway,
we arrived in Rio Dulce and waited for our boat to the Finca Tatín where we would be spending the night. The boat skimmed over the beautiful lake Izabal and the fresh air was wonderful after a long hot bus ride.We crossed the lake and continued onto the Rio Dulce which winds through the jungle and feeds into the Caribbean sea. When we arrived in front of the finca we quickly realized that only one night in such a beautiful place would not suffice, but due to time constraints we had to stick to our schedule. The finca was set alongside the river and shrouded in the trees and flowers of the jungle.
The cabins were rustic and each bed was veiled in a lace mosquito net which made it look more like a place for dead people to rest then for those of us still among the living. No matter though. It was beautiful and quiet and we shared the evening with travelers from all over the world.
Day 6: We freed ourselves from our bug nets just as the sky was turning light so that we could kayak down the river a bit before breakfast and before our sadly premature departure. The morning was warm and we paddled along, passing local fisherman casting their nets. The bird life was plentiful and large white egrets swooped down from there tree perches to scoop up their breakfast. We had to turn back after about an hour and packed our things before joining the rest of the early risers at breakfast.
At the last moment, we decided to change our plans and make one last stop in Livingston and Puerto Barrios before hopping back on the bus to Flores. Livingston was an interesting place full of Caribbean culture mixed with Guatemalan tradition. This is the home of the Garífuna people who are Guatemalans descended from African slaves. They speak Spanish and creole and have a uniquely different culture from the rest of Guatemala. I would have liked to explore Livingston a little bit more but because we were tight on time, we really only saw the main street and plaza which for me was a little touristy.
After the short visit we got on a boat heading for Puerto Barrios where we planned to have lunch before the long bus ride. Upon arriving there, we were bombarded by traffic, loud music, and people everywhere! This was not what we expected and after wandering around dumbly for about an hour we decided to get on the road sooner rather than later. This was maybe the only rough day we had on the trip... In an effort to leave Puerto Barrios I asked around for buses and shuttles that could take us back to Rio Dulce (where we would then catch the bus to Flores). We encountered a lot of people trying to take advantage of us and overcharge us for the bus trip which made me feel very frustrated... We ended up getting in a shuttle with some sketchy folks and I immediately regretted it. The driver, seemingly uninhibited by the rainy conditions, drove down the windy road at reckless speed. FINALLY we stopped and transferred into another shuttle which put us much more at ease. In Rio Dulce we had a delicious lunch on the lake before the bus back to Flores.
We waited in town at the bus stop and finally saw a large retired tour bus pull up and we climbed aboard. We were immediately struck by the atmosphere inside. Extremely hot and humid. The bus was meant to always run the AC and so the windows were of the non-opening variety. People were packed in, to full capacity and sweat was dripping off every brow. The windows were steamed up and I wondered how we would ever survive the 4 hour ride on that bus...
Well we made it. Finally. And got a taxi to our hotel in Flores which was another stressful endeavor but eventually ended with us having a good dinner and great nights sleep in a lake view room.
Day 7: We ended the trip with a short flight back to Guatemala City. Thanks so much to Pat who got me the plane ticket and saved me from being stranded (I owe you)! Once in Guatemala we enjoyed our last cup of coffee/ tea together and I left Pat at the airport while I made the journey back home. It was a beautiful trip and I am glad we saw all that we did.
Day 1: Patrick arrives and we immediately hop on a bus up to Coban with the hopes of making it to Semuc Champey by night fall. The 5 hour bus ride turned out to be a 7 hour bus trip due to heavy holiday traffic, but eventually we made it to Coban where we enjoyed a delicious dinner before heading off in a shuttle to Lanquin. We stayed at a place that came highly recommended and the whole way there, I told Patrick of the beauty and serenity he could expect when we arrived. Contrary to my last experience in Lanquin, we were not met by serenity but rather, a disco-like atmosphere full of drunken foreigners playing musical chairs. I don't think Patrick was very impressed... but nevertheless we enjoyed ourselves by sitting on the porch of the cabin, drinking a cold beer and watching the shenanigans from a safe distance.
Day 2: The next morning we awoke to the promised peace and serenity and after a delicious breakfast, we started our journey up to Semuc Champey. The pools there were just as blue and beautiful as ever and after a sweaty hike up, we were more than ready for a swim. We spent a good part of the day exploring and relaxing before starting back to the lodge. We hitched a ride in a pickup truck and sat uncomfortable on a cushion of crushed beer cans. I was assured that the driver was not drinking, only the passengers that sat in the back with us. They were quite entertaining with their remarks and jokes and one of them secretly snapped a photo of Pat... well not really of Pat, but actually just of his beard. I don't think they were used to seeing such abundant facial hair.
When we got back to the lodge we met up with my friend Hannah, another PCV living in the area. Just before sunset we all went to the caves of Lanquin for a quick tour and to watch the great exodus of bats at dusk. The darker it got, the more they seemed to flow out in a steady, stream. They whizzed past our faces in blinks and blurs and you could feel the collective wind of them whooshing by.
Day 3: Hannah went off to a meeting and as Pat and I sat at breakfast we spontaneously decided to take off for Flores as soon as possible. I ran up to reception and the woman at the desk told me that the shuttle was leaving now. As in RIGHT now. I could here the engine starting up and the gravel crunching under the tires as the van began to pull away. The woman called the driver and asked him to wait 5 minutes for us. We quickly packed up all of our things, and brushed our teeth en route to the parking lot. We hunkered down for the 4 hour car ride up to Flores. Our final destination was the Hotel Mon Ami located on the other side of lake Peten, in El Remate. The hotel was quaint and tucked back on a quiet dirt road. Just in front was a long rickety dock which stretched out over the water which was fresh and blue and oh so inviting. After a long, hot journey, the water felt great and we were very happy with our choice to stay in El Remate.
Day 5: Another early morning off to another beautiful place... We hopped on a bus to Rio Dulce hoping to "aprovechar" the week and experience as much as possible. This gave us only a taste of the beauty of these places and often times, we wished we had more time... But at least we know where to go next time!
A slight mishap occurred upon our departure from the bus terminal. I don't remember if the driver was talking on his cell phone or exactly what was going on at the time, but I distinctly remember seeing from my front seat position on the bus, the form of a man smashing into the right side window followed by the sound of grinding metal and what I imagined to be crushing bone... The driver cursed and pulled over to the side of the road in a panic and most of the passengers poured out to see what had happened. I imagined that there must be a dead body in the road after that collision but I remembered that I had my first aid kit and decided to get out and see if I could be of any help. There behind the bus was a young man with a mangled bicycle. Miraculously he did not appear to be injured although his face was pale and ashen. He looked confused and disoriented as the bus driver kept repeating that he shouldn't have ridden his bike into the front of his bus. After a few minutes of argument and a survey of the mangled bike, the bus driver returned to the pilot seat and we were on our way again without ever looking back. I do hope the man on the bike got some medical attention and compensation for his damaged property but somehow I don't think he did...
Anyway,
we arrived in Rio Dulce and waited for our boat to the Finca Tatín where we would be spending the night. The boat skimmed over the beautiful lake Izabal and the fresh air was wonderful after a long hot bus ride.We crossed the lake and continued onto the Rio Dulce which winds through the jungle and feeds into the Caribbean sea. When we arrived in front of the finca we quickly realized that only one night in such a beautiful place would not suffice, but due to time constraints we had to stick to our schedule. The finca was set alongside the river and shrouded in the trees and flowers of the jungle.
After the short visit we got on a boat heading for Puerto Barrios where we planned to have lunch before the long bus ride. Upon arriving there, we were bombarded by traffic, loud music, and people everywhere! This was not what we expected and after wandering around dumbly for about an hour we decided to get on the road sooner rather than later. This was maybe the only rough day we had on the trip... In an effort to leave Puerto Barrios I asked around for buses and shuttles that could take us back to Rio Dulce (where we would then catch the bus to Flores). We encountered a lot of people trying to take advantage of us and overcharge us for the bus trip which made me feel very frustrated... We ended up getting in a shuttle with some sketchy folks and I immediately regretted it. The driver, seemingly uninhibited by the rainy conditions, drove down the windy road at reckless speed. FINALLY we stopped and transferred into another shuttle which put us much more at ease. In Rio Dulce we had a delicious lunch on the lake before the bus back to Flores.
We waited in town at the bus stop and finally saw a large retired tour bus pull up and we climbed aboard. We were immediately struck by the atmosphere inside. Extremely hot and humid. The bus was meant to always run the AC and so the windows were of the non-opening variety. People were packed in, to full capacity and sweat was dripping off every brow. The windows were steamed up and I wondered how we would ever survive the 4 hour ride on that bus...
Well we made it. Finally. And got a taxi to our hotel in Flores which was another stressful endeavor but eventually ended with us having a good dinner and great nights sleep in a lake view room.
Day 7: We ended the trip with a short flight back to Guatemala City. Thanks so much to Pat who got me the plane ticket and saved me from being stranded (I owe you)! Once in Guatemala we enjoyed our last cup of coffee/ tea together and I left Pat at the airport while I made the journey back home. It was a beautiful trip and I am glad we saw all that we did.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Pulíke
Here are some photos of the delicious Pulike I learned to make with the women's group.
I later tried to replicate the recipe as a vegeterian version but was made with disaster. I boiled the vegetables together and poured them into my hardly used, nearly new, fancy, glass blender. I then lifted the blender (full of boiling hot veggies and water) onto the blender base but when I did so, the entire bottom of the blender fell out and the scalding contents slattered onto the floor and all over my feet. Ouch. It seems that somehow my very new blender is completely cracked on the bottom and therefor has been rendered useless. Apparently they sell the plastic bottom part somewhere here but I doubt it will be easy to find...
After my initial rage, I cleaned up, went to the store, and tried again. I made the veggie broth with success and then decided to get tricky and add some lentils and chick peas. This turned out to be a fantastic recipe and I will include it below. Just be sure all your hardware is working properly and of sound consrtuction.
Ingredients
1 red pepper
3 tomatoes
1/2 large carrot
1/4 onion
Fresh Cilantro
Fresh Yerba Buena (or mint)
Salt
Pepper
Cumin
Curry
Bay Leaf (whole or powder)
1 cup Lentils
1 cup Chick Peas
1 tablespoon diced onion
1 tablespoon grated coconut
1 tablespoon grated ginger (fresh)
1/2 cup plain yogurt
Boil the red pepper, tomato, carrot, and onion with a little salt to taste. Place them in a functional blender and blend until smoothe. Meanwhile, cook the lentils and chick pease together with plenty of water so they don't burn. Add salt, pepper, cumin, curry, and bay leaf to taste. Take them off the stove when the chickpeas are still snappy, not mushy like baby food.
In a large pot, sauté the 1 tablespoon of diced onion, ginger and coconut with a tiny bit of oil until a little brown. Mix in the veggie puré and delightful bean mixture. Heat on low and continue adding spices as you wish. Once you are satisfied with the flavor, I recommend chopping up a little more fresh cilantro and yerba buena and adding it in. The very last thing to add is the 1/2 cup of plain yogurt.
After my initial rage, I cleaned up, went to the store, and tried again. I made the veggie broth with success and then decided to get tricky and add some lentils and chick peas. This turned out to be a fantastic recipe and I will include it below. Just be sure all your hardware is working properly and of sound consrtuction.
Ingredients
1 red pepper
3 tomatoes
1/2 large carrot
1/4 onion
Fresh Cilantro
Fresh Yerba Buena (or mint)
Salt
Pepper
Cumin
Curry
Bay Leaf (whole or powder)
1 cup Lentils
1 cup Chick Peas
1 tablespoon diced onion
1 tablespoon grated coconut
1 tablespoon grated ginger (fresh)
1/2 cup plain yogurt
Boil the red pepper, tomato, carrot, and onion with a little salt to taste. Place them in a functional blender and blend until smoothe. Meanwhile, cook the lentils and chick pease together with plenty of water so they don't burn. Add salt, pepper, cumin, curry, and bay leaf to taste. Take them off the stove when the chickpeas are still snappy, not mushy like baby food.
In a large pot, sauté the 1 tablespoon of diced onion, ginger and coconut with a tiny bit of oil until a little brown. Mix in the veggie puré and delightful bean mixture. Heat on low and continue adding spices as you wish. Once you are satisfied with the flavor, I recommend chopping up a little more fresh cilantro and yerba buena and adding it in. The very last thing to add is the 1/2 cup of plain yogurt.
¡Buen Provecho!
Also, here are some photos from an architecture project I did with some kids from one school. They had to research and build a model of a famous building and they all come out really well! They were all so serious in the first photos that I commanded them to make a silly face for the second...
Monday, April 11, 2011
¡Feliz Cumpleaños!
First of all, false alarm on the chicken killing... I guess they decided it would be easier to just buy the meat this time but they have assured me that someday soon, I will learn the secrets of chicken execution.
Meanwhile...
Here are some photos and videos from the birthday party this weekend. Miriam just turned 7 years old on Wednesday and her little brother Juan José turned 1 year old on Thursday. The party was Saturday and it was a great time! Piñatas never get boring for me...
Meanwhile...
Here are some photos and videos from the birthday party this weekend. Miriam just turned 7 years old on Wednesday and her little brother Juan José turned 1 year old on Thursday. The party was Saturday and it was a great time! Piñatas never get boring for me...
Here we have Miriam taking the first swings at the piñata...
Mid-piñata destruction.
Abuelita (grandma) kills the piñata.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Vida
8:52 am and I estimate that it is about 95º outside... Luckily there is a light breeze that picks up every now and then which helps to dry a bit of the sweat off your brow.
-But because it has been so dry in these past few months, the streets are covered in a fine dust. I don't mean fine like, "damn, you fine," but rather a dust as light as sifted flour which when disturbed by the slightest gust of wind, whirls up and covers all surrounding surfaces.A sweaty face is the perfect place for this dust to settle and many of us walk around the Aldea sporting a grey sweatstache (dusty mustache). The dust settles on houses, chuchos, cars, and dishes sitting in the pila. If left untouched for long enough, the dust could resemble a light, early winter snowfall...
Life is going well and the days are passing quickly. Work has been slow-going but I am feeling optimistic about the months ahead. The women's group has been going especially well and this week the woman have offered to teach me one of their most traditional recipes, Pulike. This dish is a delicious orange soup made with chicken and cilantro and served with tamalitos. This afternoon I will learn every step in the preparation of Pulike, including the killing of a chicken.
yikes.
I think it is only fair that I learn to kill at least one chicken here in Guatemala. Since here, I have been eating chicken and it seems only right to fully understand where that drumstick comes from. In the US we never think about our meat as an actual living animal, and once packaged and put on supermarket shelves consumers see only a steak, a roast, a pork chop, or a chicken breast. I think it is good to take responsibility for ourselves and the food we choose to eat and that is why I have agreed to kill a chicken.
Perhaps after this experience, I will no longer want to eat chickens but I doubt it. I don't mind eating chickens here in the campo as much as I do when I am at home. Factory farms leave a bad taste in my mouth and I don't like to be so disconnected and uncertain about what I am eating.
Here the chickens are running around everywhere. When they first hatch they are so cute... Little bundles of feathers running around, clearly confused by their new world. Then they grow up and they are ugly with a capital U. Their feathers grow in all patchy and weird with speckles and bald spots galore. They get into everything... wander into my room and crap on the floor. -And don't even get me started on the roosters... It is a myth that they only crow at the crack of dawn. They crow at the crack of everything. For the most part, I have learned to tune them out, but sometimes they seem to join together in such a loud chorus that I wish to turn them all into chicken McNuggets.
-I dislike chickens, but this is not why I eat them here in Guatemala.
I will be sure to post the vivid details of the chicken sacrifice of this afternoon.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
A New Look
You are probably asking yourself how in the world I was able to hire a web designer to amp up this page with my meager Peace Corps salary...
Well I did not hire an MIT web designer, nor any web designer. This beautiful piece of cyber art is thanks to my own creative and technological genius.
Actually it was pretty simple... The website sets it up so just about anyone can make a very flashy page. It's just that I am not quite up to speed with all of these modern cyber luxuries.
I thought the map of Guatemala might be useful because then the folks at home can get a better idea of where I am. I live in the department of Chimaltenango, just to the west of Guatemala, it's the light purple patch on the map. If you look very closely you will see the Aldea in which I live (Estancia de la Virgen) and if you REALLY squint, you will see my house (the white one, -just there on the hill).
I have also added a link to some headlines from Democracy Now! to the sidebar. This is the news that I listen to here and I have been so fascinated to hear all that has been going on in Egypt and the Middle East. If any of you lovely readers feels left in the dark about world news, I highly recommend giving this site a read or a listen. You may even find it a delightful side dish to your nightly helping of Glenn BLECK...
I will not make excuses for neglecting this page for so long. I haven't really been up to much in these past few weeks. I had a sprained ankle and was out of work for awhile and it has been a slow start to the new school year. This year is looking very promising however, and there is a lot in the works. I am planning on helping with some curriculum writing and project planning for our program which may not be so entertaining for you all to read about but it is certainly exciting for us here in Guatemala. Our program is forever changing and evolving and it is really great to be a part of that.
I am hoping to bring more of the arts and critical thinking to the kids here... I plan to do drawing, painting, creative writing, sculpture, music, theatre, and dance. I have some projects in mind; making musical insturments out of recycled materials, for example... The idea would be for each kid to find something they really enjoy in the arts, -something they feel accomplished in. Then maybe later on in the year we can have an Art Ehibition in which each student submits at least one work. The drawings, painting, sculptures we can put up on display and then the kids interested in performing arts can put together a few acts or numbers to perform live.
I think it would be a great way to boost kid's self-esteem and introduce them to the world of creative thinking. It would also be a nice event to bring the community together... I guess we'll see.
Please feel free to share with me any ideas you may have for projects, or activities I can do with the kids.
I really appreciate it!
Well I did not hire an MIT web designer, nor any web designer. This beautiful piece of cyber art is thanks to my own creative and technological genius.
Actually it was pretty simple... The website sets it up so just about anyone can make a very flashy page. It's just that I am not quite up to speed with all of these modern cyber luxuries.
I thought the map of Guatemala might be useful because then the folks at home can get a better idea of where I am. I live in the department of Chimaltenango, just to the west of Guatemala, it's the light purple patch on the map. If you look very closely you will see the Aldea in which I live (Estancia de la Virgen) and if you REALLY squint, you will see my house (the white one, -just there on the hill).
I have also added a link to some headlines from Democracy Now! to the sidebar. This is the news that I listen to here and I have been so fascinated to hear all that has been going on in Egypt and the Middle East. If any of you lovely readers feels left in the dark about world news, I highly recommend giving this site a read or a listen. You may even find it a delightful side dish to your nightly helping of Glenn BLECK...
-I mean, Beck.
I will not make excuses for neglecting this page for so long. I haven't really been up to much in these past few weeks. I had a sprained ankle and was out of work for awhile and it has been a slow start to the new school year. This year is looking very promising however, and there is a lot in the works. I am planning on helping with some curriculum writing and project planning for our program which may not be so entertaining for you all to read about but it is certainly exciting for us here in Guatemala. Our program is forever changing and evolving and it is really great to be a part of that.
I am hoping to bring more of the arts and critical thinking to the kids here... I plan to do drawing, painting, creative writing, sculpture, music, theatre, and dance. I have some projects in mind; making musical insturments out of recycled materials, for example... The idea would be for each kid to find something they really enjoy in the arts, -something they feel accomplished in. Then maybe later on in the year we can have an Art Ehibition in which each student submits at least one work. The drawings, painting, sculptures we can put up on display and then the kids interested in performing arts can put together a few acts or numbers to perform live.
I think it would be a great way to boost kid's self-esteem and introduce them to the world of creative thinking. It would also be a nice event to bring the community together... I guess we'll see.
Please feel free to share with me any ideas you may have for projects, or activities I can do with the kids.
I really appreciate it!
Friday, January 28, 2011
Home
My cousin will be getting married on July 30, 2011. I was dying to go home for the wedding but it appeared there was a Peace Corps conference that might interfere and would cause me to miss the big day.
I wrote to my project specialist and told them the situation and the date of the conference magically changed to one week before. So now I can go to the wedding with no worries.
Oh wait! One worry.... How will I get home? Hmm. I could hitchhike through Mexico. What do you think Mom? Dad? I'm sure I'll be fine.
OR
I could try to tag along with a group of illegal immigrants crossing the border. Ever seen the movie, El Norte?
OR
I could ride my bike up... I'd better start now if I want to make it home for the wedding in July.
Gosh. None of these seem like very good options. None of them seem very safe, and Peace Corps teaches us ALWAYS to be safe.
Well I'm all out of ideas. IF anyone has ANY ideas for me, as to how I could possibly get home around (July 23/24 ish) Please leave a comment below...
suspencefully yours,
grace
I wrote to my project specialist and told them the situation and the date of the conference magically changed to one week before. So now I can go to the wedding with no worries.
Oh wait! One worry.... How will I get home? Hmm. I could hitchhike through Mexico. What do you think Mom? Dad? I'm sure I'll be fine.
OR
I could try to tag along with a group of illegal immigrants crossing the border. Ever seen the movie, El Norte?
OR
I could ride my bike up... I'd better start now if I want to make it home for the wedding in July.
Gosh. None of these seem like very good options. None of them seem very safe, and Peace Corps teaches us ALWAYS to be safe.
Well I'm all out of ideas. IF anyone has ANY ideas for me, as to how I could possibly get home around (July 23/24 ish) Please leave a comment below...
suspencefully yours,
grace
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