I have been home for 2 weeks now. People have asked me if I'm glad to be home. Yes, it is good to be home. In many ways, home never changes. But I've changed. Here are some things I've had to adjust to since returning.
*Walking in Superstore I was overwhelmed, not by how big the store was or by how expensive many things were, but by how big the yogurt selection was. Yes, yogurt. I could not see the end of the yogurt aisle. In Tactic I had 2 flavour options, well 3 if you include prune. We live in such a priviledged country where we lack nothing and if we do there is nothing holding us back from obtaining that which we lack.
*In Guatemala, I remember friends telling me they were full after eating half their dinner, half a plate of food. At first I did not believe them, but I've come to realize that if a person eats very little every day, they physically cannot eat much more than that. So instead, they will take the rest home in a doggy bag to share with the rest of the family. I still often feel guilty eating dinner. Eating dinner is not a sin by any means. But somehow I feel like I have eaten too much if I go for seconds. I have so much food available to me, I feel like those on the Survivor TV show that gorge themselves when a feast is presented to them.
*This year I have grown closer to God and learned to love to worship Him. I learned to worship Him with all that I am. I have wondered why my voice is hoarse, why my calves are burning, why my knees are bruised, and why my hands are cracked. Then I realize it's probably from singing as loud as I can, jumping with all the energy I have, bearing my soul as I kneel on the cement, and applauding God for who He is and what He has done. Now that I am home, my feet feel grounded, my hands feel limp, and my voice feels weak. Maybe it is my fear of standing out, my fear of being judged, or realizing that different cultures worship God in different ways. It is much easier worshiping with everything in me, when everyone else is too. I miss that. Here, though, I have appreciated the depth of the sermons I have listened to so far, as I learn more and go deeper in a congregation that does not have such a young faith (and maybe I just understand to a deeper level listening in English).
*Although I had many friends and coworkers in Guatemala, I did not have the same sense of community that I have here with my family, friends, and church groups. I am realizing that much of my time in Guatemala I was secluded. Part of this was because of my heavy workload outside of class time as well as having many friends who went to university on weekends. Part of it was choosing to grow closer to God on an individual level. Part of it was being spread thin, being in each school only once a week so I connected with many people but only at surface level. And part of it was being unsure of Guatemalan customs and feeling restricted as to what I was allowed to do with my friends, considering many of them were guys, and most of them didn't have money or transportation. Being alone but not lonely makes me realize the value of real community as I reconnect with my friends and family here.
*In Guatemala I was tough. I rarely admitted that I was cold when I was maybe a little chilly, and often did not bring a sweater or jacket if I expected it to warm up as the day went on. I would use an umbrella instead of a raincoat. My second last week there it got cold. It dropped down to 9 or 10 degrees Celsius at night, and as high as 18 during the day, despite the rain, wind, and clouds. Our house had no way of being heated, and stayed quite cool all year since the windows and doors didn't seal, we were downstairs with few windows to the sun, and there was no insulation in the brick walls and tile floor. Coming home, I knew it would be cold. I kept trying to explain to my friends that yes 10C is cold, but not as cold as Canada at this time of year. But I have been so cold since returning. Yes we have a furnace, and yes I dug my sweaters, scarves, and mitts out, and yes I've been eating soup and drinking tea, but I don't remember feeling this cold other Novembers. How am I going to survive January?
*In Canada I have so much stuff and am always very planned and busy. Guatemalans in general have only what they need, do only what they need to, and plan in advance only what is required of them. Since returning I have been working at getting rid of a lot of stuff I don't need or use anymore. I have also been trying to not over-commit. I have a problem with saying yes to too many things. But I have learned that I do not want to be too busy for people. I am also in a new place where I have never been before. I am no longer a student and I do not have a job (though I have been working on my resume). I am at the end of my own plans and am saying, "Lord send me. Send me to the people in need. I want to be used by You." I trust that I will get a job where He wants me to work. This is an exciting place to be. God is in charge of my future, and I know He is a big, powerful, creative, and imaginative God.
So I want to thank those of you who have read my blog over this year. Thank you to those of who who were praying for me during this time and to those who supported me in other ways (by giving money to me or to the library, by sending care packages, or by visiting). I wish that words and pictures could truly explain what life was and is like there. At the same time, I feel so fortunate to have had the opportunity to have such a great experience that I couldn't have had just by reading a book, looking at pictures, or watching a movie. Until next time: Adios and Dios te bendiga.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Doing Without
Some people say they could never work as a missionary because they would have to do without too many things. It is true that I have had to make do without many of the conveniences of a developed country and without many of the things I grew up using. Here are some of the things I have learned to make do without this year.
I've learned to wash dishes without a dishwahser, without hot water, and without liquid soap.
I've learned to mop without a mop.
I've learned to bake without knowing what temperature the oven is at.
I've learned to accept a schedule change without any notice.
I've learned to enter a house without taking off my shoes.
I've learned to eat steak without a fork and knife.
I've learned to eat food without knowing what it is.
I've learned to have a conversation without knowing what we're talking about.
I've learned to dry clothes without a dryer or the sun.
I've learned to teach without a curriculum.
I've learned to manage a class without knowing the names of all the students.
I've learned to get around without a car.
I've learned to shop without converting the price to dollars.
I've learned to survive without a printer, without salt in salt shakers, and without carpet on the floor.
I've also learned to NEVER leave the house without my keys, umbrella, and toilet paper.
So yes, I have had to do without a few things this year. Did I survive? Yes. Did I learn through it? Yes. Was it all worthwhile? Yes. So I want to encourage you. If God is calling you to missions, if He is asking you to make do without some things for awhile, or if He is bringing you to a place of sacrificing luxuries, don't be afraid. God knows what you NEED and He will provide. It may not be easy, but it will be worthwhile.
I've learned to wash dishes without a dishwahser, without hot water, and without liquid soap.
I've learned to mop without a mop.
I've learned to bake without knowing what temperature the oven is at.
I've learned to accept a schedule change without any notice.
I've learned to enter a house without taking off my shoes.
I've learned to eat steak without a fork and knife.
I've learned to eat food without knowing what it is.
I've learned to have a conversation without knowing what we're talking about.
I've learned to dry clothes without a dryer or the sun.
I've learned to teach without a curriculum.
I've learned to manage a class without knowing the names of all the students.
I've learned to get around without a car.
I've learned to shop without converting the price to dollars.
I've learned to survive without a printer, without salt in salt shakers, and without carpet on the floor.
I've also learned to NEVER leave the house without my keys, umbrella, and toilet paper.
So yes, I have had to do without a few things this year. Did I survive? Yes. Did I learn through it? Yes. Was it all worthwhile? Yes. So I want to encourage you. If God is calling you to missions, if He is asking you to make do without some things for awhile, or if He is bringing you to a place of sacrificing luxuries, don't be afraid. God knows what you NEED and He will provide. It may not be easy, but it will be worthwhile.
Masapan. A fruit I bought in the market without knowing what it was.
A typical churrasco meal of thin steak, refried beans, and coleslaw.
It is eaten with tortillas and your fingers rather than a fork and knife.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Home Stretch
It's hard to believe, but this school year is over. I have been here now for nine and a half months and have less than 2 weeks to go before going home. I have worked hard, learned a lot, grown closer to God, and overall really enjoyed my experience here. Now that classes are over, this week I will be attending end of the year assemblies in all 5 schools. High school already had their grade 10 and Grade 12 graduations. This was the 12th class of Grade 10 grads, and there were 46 of them graduating this year. This was also the very first grad class for Grade 12, with a science diploma and a major in agriculture and forestry. There were 8 students in the graduating class. It was so great to see these students reaching their goals and achieving such an accomplishment.
This week I have ceremonies in the mornings and dinners in the evenings for the Grade 7's finishing elementary school. Aside from that I will be wrapping up odds and ends, doing some planning for the English program the following year, packing, saying goodbye, and enjoying being in Guatemala while I still can. Already it has been a mix of emotions. I am excited to be done and I'm looking forward to going home, but I will miss a lot of things here, including morning devotions, my students, the culture, speaking Spanish, and spending time with the many friends I have made here. I'm happy, sad, excited, and relieved to be done. It's going to be a good two weeks, despite the emotional rollercoaster that's already started. I'm on the home stretch.
Grade 10 students crossing the stage
Grade 12 graduates
Saying goodbye to some of my high school students
Me and two of my high school students
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Library Update 4
Over the past 9 months the library has changed, grown, and improved. When my mom came to visit in August, the team brought a number of books that had been ordered. Other people as well have brought books down. We now have 740 books in the library!!! Thank you to Hope for cataloguing them all! These include picture books, levelled readers, novels, devotional books, science non-fiction books, science experiment idea books, and various other books. The problem now is there isn't enough shelf space. Many of these books are sitting in boxes because the one book shelf that there is, is not big enough to hold them all, even with many of them lent out.
It is great to see that many teachers have been borrowing books to use in their classes, or devotional books for personal study. Thank you to Ruth for being in charge of the library, which is currently in the sponsorship office in Chamche. Unfortunately the sponsorship office is only open Monday to Friday mornings, which is exactly when all the elementary school teachers work. This may be one reason why books are not being returned. This is of increasing importance as the school year ends for the 2 month vacation. To try and work out both of these problems, we have decided that it is best if teachers borrow books as a school, rather than individually. That way the secretaries can return the books on their photocopy day. Thank you to Miriam, the secretary in Chamche, who receives returned books outside of library hours.
Before I left Canada, a member of my church, Jose, offered to ask his family in Mexico to collect used Spanish books for the library here in Guatemala. Thank you to Jose for that offer. We are still trying to figure out the best way to make this happen. While here, I get my mail (normally just cards), sent to the Peters' house, and their address is merely a highway marking. I would not trust the postal systems in Central America, however, to deliver a valuable box of books to Tactic. Thankfully one of Les's contacts at Seteca in Guatemala City has agreed to have the books delivered to the seminary, which has an actual postal address. Now we are trying to figure out if it is worth it cost-wise to send a box of books by mail from Mexico to Guatemala, or if will cost more than the books are worth. We might have to wait until someone drives down, through Mexico, to Guatemala for those books to be brought here. All of this is still in the works.
I am excited to watch how the library has grown over the course of this year. Of course with any new endeavor, the bugs need to be worked out. But I am excited to see how the library will continue to change over the next school year, and to see borrowing and using books within and outside the classroom becoming a regular habit for the teachers and students in these schools. The more people use these books, the greater the blessing will be to them. Already though, many teachers and children have been blessed by the books in this library. Thank you to everyone who donated money to make this possible.
It is great to see that many teachers have been borrowing books to use in their classes, or devotional books for personal study. Thank you to Ruth for being in charge of the library, which is currently in the sponsorship office in Chamche. Unfortunately the sponsorship office is only open Monday to Friday mornings, which is exactly when all the elementary school teachers work. This may be one reason why books are not being returned. This is of increasing importance as the school year ends for the 2 month vacation. To try and work out both of these problems, we have decided that it is best if teachers borrow books as a school, rather than individually. That way the secretaries can return the books on their photocopy day. Thank you to Miriam, the secretary in Chamche, who receives returned books outside of library hours.
Before I left Canada, a member of my church, Jose, offered to ask his family in Mexico to collect used Spanish books for the library here in Guatemala. Thank you to Jose for that offer. We are still trying to figure out the best way to make this happen. While here, I get my mail (normally just cards), sent to the Peters' house, and their address is merely a highway marking. I would not trust the postal systems in Central America, however, to deliver a valuable box of books to Tactic. Thankfully one of Les's contacts at Seteca in Guatemala City has agreed to have the books delivered to the seminary, which has an actual postal address. Now we are trying to figure out if it is worth it cost-wise to send a box of books by mail from Mexico to Guatemala, or if will cost more than the books are worth. We might have to wait until someone drives down, through Mexico, to Guatemala for those books to be brought here. All of this is still in the works.
I am excited to watch how the library has grown over the course of this year. Of course with any new endeavor, the bugs need to be worked out. But I am excited to see how the library will continue to change over the next school year, and to see borrowing and using books within and outside the classroom becoming a regular habit for the teachers and students in these schools. The more people use these books, the greater the blessing will be to them. Already though, many teachers and children have been blessed by the books in this library. Thank you to everyone who donated money to make this possible.
Some students from Chamche enjoying a library book
What to choose, what to choose?
Friday, September 23, 2011
Learning Flexibility
One thing I have been learning all year, from the day I arrived, is flexibility. At first it really stressed me out having classes cancelled, schedules changed, and things not going the way I expected, but over time I have become more relaxed and willing to go with the flow. For example, this morning I finally had classes in Chamche. Because of me being in Canada for one Friday, the fair here for the next Friday, a school-wide fundraiser/fun fair day landing on a Friday, Independence Day on a Thursday and thus a holiday on Friday etc, today was only my fourth day in Chamche school all semester. In the morning staff meeting I found out that next Friday there is a school-wide fundraiser/fun fair in Chijacorral and that the Chamche students will be going there from recess on, so I will only have half the normal time in each class. I also found out that Chamche final exams changed and are now a week early, which happens to be 2 weeks from today. However, their exam week is only Monday to Thursday because Friday is Children's Day and there are no classes. The only day I am available to give the exams is Friday, so the regular classroom teacher will give my exam to the students sometime earlier that week. That is fine, except that being a language course, I like to include an oral component in the exam. I do not expect the Guatemalan classroom teachers to do this. So...what to do? I could either not have an oral component, or give it earlier. If I give the oral component a week early, that would mean NEXT CLASS! So this morning as classes started I had to think on the spot of what exactly I was going to have in the oral component (good thing I had already thought through the exam and had typed up a rough draft) and what I needed to go over in class so the students would be ready. But what about the students who were absent today? And can I get the exam to the secretary in time for her to photocopy? And will they remember anything I teach them anyways? Needless to say I've had to learn not to get upset at the principal for changing the exam dates or cancelling classes or not telling me all this sooner, not to get upset over the fact that these students aren't learning near as much as I had hoped or planned for in the beginning of the year, and not to get upset over the amount of work I now have to do in a very short amount of time. Sure, situations like this still stress me out and make me frustrated. It will take more than 10 months to change that. But I have come a long way this year in learning to be flexible. This is one thing of the things I am thankful for from this year that I will take home with me. It would be appreciated, though, if you could pray for me as this school year wraps up. I have a lot of work to do still and a lot of things I want to get done before I go. I want to make the most of my remaining 5 weeks here.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Elections
Yesterday Guatemalan citizens voted in a new president, as they do every 4 years. All year the competing parties have been campaigning, advertising, and preparing for this day. Now, I'm not huge on politics, I'm not Guatemalan, and I don't have a TV or radio, so all I can do is summarize what I've seen and heard from other people.
The corruption in this country is most evident in the government. The wife of the president of this last 4 year term divorced her husband so she could run for president and therefore steal money from the country for another 4 years. No relative of past or present president can run. Fortunately one lawyer had his act together and finally got her out of the running. The last president did little for the country, so who's to think his wife (ex-wife) will do any more in the next 4 years.
The government does not set an example of forward thinking. A president can only be in office for one 4-year term. No wonder their slogans are "Only the family can save the town." "No lies, no promises." and "I did it for you, Guatemala" (says the ex-president's ex-wife regarding the divorce). A president has no incentive to plan for the future if it's guaranteed to end in a mere 4 years.
It's all a matter of money. As an outsider, the election campaigning consisted of painting party logos on walls, hanging leaders' faces from lampposts, and driving vehicles up and down the street playing songs and jingles trying to convince people to vote for that party. An incredible amount of money is spent in just this. It all comes down to this: people will vote for a party they recognize. With a poor, illiterate, uneducated adult population, a vote is not based on watching candidates state their case on TV, reading the pros and cons of each party in the newspaper, or discussing views with people of different backgrounds and opinions. If a family lives in a remote village and the only posters that make their way up there are for one party, they will vote for that one party, if they vote at all. Money is not spent on planning, it is spent on plastering the country with names, faces, and colours. I personally think that's why the owners painted our house light green - because there is a political party light yellow, the same colour as our house used to be.
I asked one teacher if he was going to vote. He said no, because he doesn't want to be blamed for the wrong that the elected party will do for the country. Here it's not really about voting for the best party, it's about voting for the least bad. Most people I know wanted the Creo party to win. Unfortunately Patriota won with 36%, next with Lider at 23%. Not high percentages, but not bad considering there were 10 candidates to choose from.
I asked another teacher why she wasn't going to vote and she said her parents never have, so why should she? Tradition and the fear of change are two things that keep this country from moving forward, but also make this country what it is: a country of unique, preserved culture. A place where intrigued foreigners come to visit, travel, and work.
Yesterday, as the voters lined up, I was glad for 2 things. One: I'm not in Guatemala City where there are bound to be riots, regardless of which party gets in. Two: I'm glad it's finally over. But wait. It's not! If the president gets in with 50%, he's in. But if it's less than that, they have a re-election. Apparently now they take the top 2 and vote between those 2 in November. When will it ever end?!
Today, I'm glad for 3 things: One: I don't have a TV. Two: I'm not going to be here in November for the re-election. Three: I'm Canadian and don't have to fear the next four years just because of who may be elected. Something I have noticed, though, is that many of the people I talk to realize that something in the government needs to change. These people are beginning to look ahead and desire change. These people will make a difference. They may not become president, but they will be the ones to make a difference in their communities and teach the upcoming generation to think change, pray for their country, and dream big.
The corruption in this country is most evident in the government. The wife of the president of this last 4 year term divorced her husband so she could run for president and therefore steal money from the country for another 4 years. No relative of past or present president can run. Fortunately one lawyer had his act together and finally got her out of the running. The last president did little for the country, so who's to think his wife (ex-wife) will do any more in the next 4 years.
The government does not set an example of forward thinking. A president can only be in office for one 4-year term. No wonder their slogans are "Only the family can save the town." "No lies, no promises." and "I did it for you, Guatemala" (says the ex-president's ex-wife regarding the divorce). A president has no incentive to plan for the future if it's guaranteed to end in a mere 4 years.
It's all a matter of money. As an outsider, the election campaigning consisted of painting party logos on walls, hanging leaders' faces from lampposts, and driving vehicles up and down the street playing songs and jingles trying to convince people to vote for that party. An incredible amount of money is spent in just this. It all comes down to this: people will vote for a party they recognize. With a poor, illiterate, uneducated adult population, a vote is not based on watching candidates state their case on TV, reading the pros and cons of each party in the newspaper, or discussing views with people of different backgrounds and opinions. If a family lives in a remote village and the only posters that make their way up there are for one party, they will vote for that one party, if they vote at all. Money is not spent on planning, it is spent on plastering the country with names, faces, and colours. I personally think that's why the owners painted our house light green - because there is a political party light yellow, the same colour as our house used to be.
On the left is a pizza advertisement. On the right is a political party advertisement.
I asked one teacher if he was going to vote. He said no, because he doesn't want to be blamed for the wrong that the elected party will do for the country. Here it's not really about voting for the best party, it's about voting for the least bad. Most people I know wanted the Creo party to win. Unfortunately Patriota won with 36%, next with Lider at 23%. Not high percentages, but not bad considering there were 10 candidates to choose from.
I asked another teacher why she wasn't going to vote and she said her parents never have, so why should she? Tradition and the fear of change are two things that keep this country from moving forward, but also make this country what it is: a country of unique, preserved culture. A place where intrigued foreigners come to visit, travel, and work.
Yesterday, as the voters lined up, I was glad for 2 things. One: I'm not in Guatemala City where there are bound to be riots, regardless of which party gets in. Two: I'm glad it's finally over. But wait. It's not! If the president gets in with 50%, he's in. But if it's less than that, they have a re-election. Apparently now they take the top 2 and vote between those 2 in November. When will it ever end?!
Today, I'm glad for 3 things: One: I don't have a TV. Two: I'm not going to be here in November for the re-election. Three: I'm Canadian and don't have to fear the next four years just because of who may be elected. Something I have noticed, though, is that many of the people I talk to realize that something in the government needs to change. These people are beginning to look ahead and desire change. These people will make a difference. They may not become president, but they will be the ones to make a difference in their communities and teach the upcoming generation to think change, pray for their country, and dream big.
Dream big, like this presidential candidate.
The billboard reads: justice is punishment for the criminals, wellbeing is for those who work.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
A Gift
This week I received a gift. Before I tell you what it was, I want to explain that Impact Ministries receives a lot of gifts from North Americans, who normally call them "donations" (I am not referring to monetary donations). To the giver, it is a donation; they do not know who will receive it, yet they still give it without expecting anything in return. To the receiver, it is a gift; they do not know who gave it, but receive it and give thanks to God, expecting Him to bless them. This process gives satisfaction to both the one giving (knowing they are helping or blessing someone) and the one receiving (knowing they cannot repay nor are expected to). The problem arises when the giver sees their action not as "giving" but as "getting rid of". Garage sales, thrift stores, and white elephant gift exchanges come to mind along with the saying, "One man's junk is another man's treasure." That is not the purpose of donations to Impact Ministires.
Many Guatemalans are dirt poor. Many children run around in dirty and torn clothing, live in houses of sticks and tin, and wear cheap plastic sandals or nothing on their feet. But that does not mean that their clothes were not in good condition when they first got them. Nor does that mean that they would be happy to receive a shirt with holes in it already. I am reminded of one of my favourite sweaters as a kid. I wore it everywhere, it was so comfortable. Yet over time, it started to show wear. My mom started suggesting I throw it out and wear my other, newer ones. But I didn't want to; it was my favourite. Eventually my mom took the initiative and threw it out for me, even though in my eyes it was still wearable. Well, here in Guatemala, they will not throw it out because it looks ragged. They will only throw it out when they can no longer wear it anymore.
But how do they get new clothes if they have no money? you might ask. Here a thrift store is called a PACA. It is not where people drop off their old stuff and search through one man's junk for a treasure. These stores receive used clothes by the bagful from North America. How do I know it's from North America? Because of all the English written on the shirts, and the name brands that I recognize. When a PACA receives a new bag of clothes, most items will go for Q15 ($2). After awhile, the selection will be picked through, and everything will cost Q10 ($1.25). Then it will drop to Q5. And right before they put out the new selection, they have basically a clearance sale, everything for Q1 ($0.12). Everyone can spare Q1, although by that point, there isn't much left in the way of nice clothes.
To those who can only afford 12 cent clothing, the gifts Impact Ministries gives to their staff and students is such a blessing. When teams come down throughout the year, they often bring or leave behind clothing, toys, and school supplies. These are distributed by Rita and other staff members in the name of Jesus.
So I want to encourage you to donate. But you know what really blows their socks off? Receiving something brand new, never been worn, never been used. Before giving things away, don't think, "Do I want this anymore? but instead think, "Would I want to receive this as a gift?" A few months ago, Rita asked me if I liked doing puzzles. I said yes, and took one home that had been donated. When I finally finished it, I counted 37 pieces missing, and 7 random pieces from other puzzles, as well as 3 broken pieces. I would not want to receive this as a gift, and neither would anyone else, no matter how poor.
Now back to the gift I received. I received a brand new set of sheets that fit my single bed. All year I have been using fitted sheets in which the elastic no longer has any stretch, and top sheets that are made for double beds, and pillowcases that don't match the sheets. I haven't complained, but it is such a blessing to have new, matching, sheets that fit my bed. I want to send a big Thank You to the lady who gave them.
But what can I give? you might be asking. In a few weeks we will be celebrating Children's Day here. Over the past year Rita has been collecting and setting aside toys that have been donated. We now have enough for one toy for every single student in our schools. If you are wondering what else you can give, here are some ideas:
- boys rubber boots
- girls skirts
- baby clothes
- dress ties
- sweaters or jackets
- toques, mitts, gloves
- blankets or towels
- whiteboard erasers (none of our classrooms have chalkboards)
- rubber stamps and ink pads (for elementary teacher use, not card making)
- sticky tack
- nice school supplies
- USB sticks (many teachers are expected to use computers for school or work but do not own computers)
- sports equipment
- stuffies, toys, and games (that do not require English and that have all the pieces)
- hygiene items (shampoo, soap, toothpaste, toothbrushes, etc)
- prescription glasses
- medical supplies (please email Impact Ministries for specific needs)
- new socks
(This list is not exhaustive, it is only to spark some ideas)
Here some things NOT to give:
- books in English
- dirty or really old clothing
- bathing suits
- items that have been used up
- shirts with suggestive words or pictures, or alcohol logos
- something you would not want to receive as a gift
Many Guatemalans are dirt poor. Many children run around in dirty and torn clothing, live in houses of sticks and tin, and wear cheap plastic sandals or nothing on their feet. But that does not mean that their clothes were not in good condition when they first got them. Nor does that mean that they would be happy to receive a shirt with holes in it already. I am reminded of one of my favourite sweaters as a kid. I wore it everywhere, it was so comfortable. Yet over time, it started to show wear. My mom started suggesting I throw it out and wear my other, newer ones. But I didn't want to; it was my favourite. Eventually my mom took the initiative and threw it out for me, even though in my eyes it was still wearable. Well, here in Guatemala, they will not throw it out because it looks ragged. They will only throw it out when they can no longer wear it anymore.
But how do they get new clothes if they have no money? you might ask. Here a thrift store is called a PACA. It is not where people drop off their old stuff and search through one man's junk for a treasure. These stores receive used clothes by the bagful from North America. How do I know it's from North America? Because of all the English written on the shirts, and the name brands that I recognize. When a PACA receives a new bag of clothes, most items will go for Q15 ($2). After awhile, the selection will be picked through, and everything will cost Q10 ($1.25). Then it will drop to Q5. And right before they put out the new selection, they have basically a clearance sale, everything for Q1 ($0.12). Everyone can spare Q1, although by that point, there isn't much left in the way of nice clothes.
To those who can only afford 12 cent clothing, the gifts Impact Ministries gives to their staff and students is such a blessing. When teams come down throughout the year, they often bring or leave behind clothing, toys, and school supplies. These are distributed by Rita and other staff members in the name of Jesus.
So I want to encourage you to donate. But you know what really blows their socks off? Receiving something brand new, never been worn, never been used. Before giving things away, don't think, "Do I want this anymore? but instead think, "Would I want to receive this as a gift?" A few months ago, Rita asked me if I liked doing puzzles. I said yes, and took one home that had been donated. When I finally finished it, I counted 37 pieces missing, and 7 random pieces from other puzzles, as well as 3 broken pieces. I would not want to receive this as a gift, and neither would anyone else, no matter how poor.
The finished dolphin puzzle
Some of the missing pieces
But what can I give? you might be asking. In a few weeks we will be celebrating Children's Day here. Over the past year Rita has been collecting and setting aside toys that have been donated. We now have enough for one toy for every single student in our schools. If you are wondering what else you can give, here are some ideas:
- boys rubber boots
- girls skirts
- baby clothes
- dress ties
- sweaters or jackets
- toques, mitts, gloves
- blankets or towels
- whiteboard erasers (none of our classrooms have chalkboards)
- rubber stamps and ink pads (for elementary teacher use, not card making)
- sticky tack
- nice school supplies
- USB sticks (many teachers are expected to use computers for school or work but do not own computers)
- sports equipment
- stuffies, toys, and games (that do not require English and that have all the pieces)
- hygiene items (shampoo, soap, toothpaste, toothbrushes, etc)
- prescription glasses
- medical supplies (please email Impact Ministries for specific needs)
- new socks
(This list is not exhaustive, it is only to spark some ideas)
Here some things NOT to give:
- books in English
- dirty or really old clothing
- bathing suits
- items that have been used up
- shirts with suggestive words or pictures, or alcohol logos
- something you would not want to receive as a gift
Some of the kids who will be receiving a toy on Children's Day
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Tienda Run
On Tuesday I decided I wanted to make oatmeal raisin cookies. Unfortunately we didn't have any flour or oats in the house, and I didn't feel like walking all the way across town and back just for those 2 items. So I ran up the hill to the tienda (corner store). As I waited for the customer ahead of me, I could see, amongst the random assortment of items behind the glass counter, wheat flour and oats used for mosh, which is like porridge but a beverage. The lady working there was not the regular lady, but she must have been related because she had the same eyes.
I greeted her in Spanish, and asked for flour. She said they didn't have any. I pointed to it and asked what it was (being name brand Gold Medal, in a flour-looking package, I knew very well what it was). She rifled through and brought up a bag. Then I asked for oats. She said they didn't have any. I pointed at what I thought was oats and asked, "Isn't this oats?" She came around to the front to see what I was pointing at and said, "No, that's not oats. That's mosh." So I replied, "It says Mosh Oats on the package." So after digging around she came up with 2 different kinds of oats, rolled and ground. So I went with the rolled oats. I also asked for another small item, which must have been common because she had no problem finding that, though it helped that I was pointing right at it because she didn't understand me the first time I asked.
I told her that's all I was going to get. Either because she doesn't work there regularly or because I was buying items they didn't sell, she did not know how much they cost. So she had to run to the back twice to ask for prices: once for the flour and once for the oats. With the 3 items on the counter she said it's Q12.50, Q9.50, and Q1.50. Then she gave me a blank stare, as if she was expecting me to do the math for her. Last I checked, that was her job. But oh well, I can add, and that's probably the safe thing to do with her anyways, even if just to double check. I said Q23.50. She thought for a second, then agreed with me. I handed her a Q50 bill. She walked over to wherever they have their change (somehow I doubt I can actually call it a cash register, though I can't see it from where I stand). A second later she turns and walks back into the house. Obviously she only has petty cash and does not have access to the larger bills. A minute or 2 later, the lady who normally runs the shop came out from the back, holding my Q50. She repeated the amount and in a moment I had my correct change and was walking out the door with my purchases. As I walked through the pouring rain and rivers in the street, I was glad I didn't have to walk all the way across town to get my cookie ingredients. I was also really hoping that the cookies would turn out after all that work.
I greeted her in Spanish, and asked for flour. She said they didn't have any. I pointed to it and asked what it was (being name brand Gold Medal, in a flour-looking package, I knew very well what it was). She rifled through and brought up a bag. Then I asked for oats. She said they didn't have any. I pointed at what I thought was oats and asked, "Isn't this oats?" She came around to the front to see what I was pointing at and said, "No, that's not oats. That's mosh." So I replied, "It says Mosh Oats on the package." So after digging around she came up with 2 different kinds of oats, rolled and ground. So I went with the rolled oats. I also asked for another small item, which must have been common because she had no problem finding that, though it helped that I was pointing right at it because she didn't understand me the first time I asked.
I told her that's all I was going to get. Either because she doesn't work there regularly or because I was buying items they didn't sell, she did not know how much they cost. So she had to run to the back twice to ask for prices: once for the flour and once for the oats. With the 3 items on the counter she said it's Q12.50, Q9.50, and Q1.50. Then she gave me a blank stare, as if she was expecting me to do the math for her. Last I checked, that was her job. But oh well, I can add, and that's probably the safe thing to do with her anyways, even if just to double check. I said Q23.50. She thought for a second, then agreed with me. I handed her a Q50 bill. She walked over to wherever they have their change (somehow I doubt I can actually call it a cash register, though I can't see it from where I stand). A second later she turns and walks back into the house. Obviously she only has petty cash and does not have access to the larger bills. A minute or 2 later, the lady who normally runs the shop came out from the back, holding my Q50. She repeated the amount and in a moment I had my correct change and was walking out the door with my purchases. As I walked through the pouring rain and rivers in the street, I was glad I didn't have to walk all the way across town to get my cookie ingredients. I was also really hoping that the cookies would turn out after all that work.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Thanks Mom!
This past week it has been wonderful to have my mom here visiting. It has been great showing her around the town, bringing her to my schools (she even sat through my high school classes!), and worshiping with her in church. Some special moments for me were shopping for a traditional shirt together and then wearing our outfits to church; eating meals together at the Mexican taco restaurant, Churrasic Park, or at my place; translating for you on house visits; going out for ice cream; chatting over Jamaican Rose tea; knitting on the roof; riding the school bus together; seeing people's reactions when I introduced my mom as "Bonita" which means pretty; and visiting our previous and current sponsor children and blessing them with gifts.
Mom, there are just a couple things I want to make sure are very clear. 1) I just want you to know that if you weren't pretty, I probably would have gone with your middle name. 2) I ate the avacados today- well actually I opened them and threw them out - but I'm glad you were successful in buying them by yourself in the market. 3) Most of the teachers asked why you weren't getting on the bus with me this morning - I guess they didn't realize you were leaving or they would've said goodbye. 4) I love you a lot and am so glad you came to visit. See you in 2 months!
Mom, there are just a couple things I want to make sure are very clear. 1) I just want you to know that if you weren't pretty, I probably would have gone with your middle name. 2) I ate the avacados today- well actually I opened them and threw them out - but I'm glad you were successful in buying them by yourself in the market. 3) Most of the teachers asked why you weren't getting on the bus with me this morning - I guess they didn't realize you were leaving or they would've said goodbye. 4) I love you a lot and am so glad you came to visit. See you in 2 months!
My mom and I wearing traditional Guatemala outfits
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Sleepover
Last night the grade 7 class from Chicoy celebrated the end of elementary school. So all the grade 6 and 7 students (there are only 9 grade 7 students) and the teachers from that school spent the afternoon and night at the school. Unfortunately I missed the piñata because I arrived late after teaching high school. But I did not miss churrascos (typical beef dinner), movie (Yogi Bear, in Spanish without subtitles of course), and a whole lot of soccer. We also had a fun time of games, marshmallows, and advice for the grads around the campfire. After all that fun, we eventually decided to go to sleep, with our blankets on the cold hard cement floor of the classrooms, at 3am. I knew it would be a late night. I surprised myself by staying awake. But what I did not expect was the students getting up at 5:30am. We girls talked about waking the boys up at 4:30. That didn't happen. But I guess I just assumed they were planning on going back to bed and getting up at 7, maybe breakfast at 8, and leave at 9. Nope! All the students had eaten breakfast and cleaned up and were out the door by 7am. I left with the teachers a short while later and as we pulled onto the highway, we passed one of the students, Allan, herding 3 cows along the highway. I guess grade 7 students in Guatemala have work to do, on Saturdays, even after a sleepover. It shouldn't surprise me, but it did, because that is not what would have happened in my Grade 7 class in Canada.
I'm proud of these students, though, for graduating from elementary school. That is not the norm here. I am reminded of my trip to Guatemala in grade 10 when we visited the village of Pombach. I was told that the drop out rate in the public school there was 50% between grade 1 and 2. I will never forget that. These students from Chicoy told us all last night what they want to be when they grow up: doctors, teachers, architect and engineer. The difference between a grade 1 drop out and a grade 7 graduate with dreams of becoming a doctor so they can help people is the work God has done in their life through being a part of Impact Ministries' schools and the sponsorship program. For those of you who have donated to Impact Ministires, sponsored a child, or come here on a missions trip, I hope you know that you are making a difference - a difference in the lives of these children, their futures, and the lives of the people these doctors, teachers, architects, and engineers will touch. On behalf of these students, who at their young age have already lived through a lot, thank you.
I'm proud of these students, though, for graduating from elementary school. That is not the norm here. I am reminded of my trip to Guatemala in grade 10 when we visited the village of Pombach. I was told that the drop out rate in the public school there was 50% between grade 1 and 2. I will never forget that. These students from Chicoy told us all last night what they want to be when they grow up: doctors, teachers, architect and engineer. The difference between a grade 1 drop out and a grade 7 graduate with dreams of becoming a doctor so they can help people is the work God has done in their life through being a part of Impact Ministries' schools and the sponsorship program. For those of you who have donated to Impact Ministires, sponsored a child, or come here on a missions trip, I hope you know that you are making a difference - a difference in the lives of these children, their futures, and the lives of the people these doctors, teachers, architects, and engineers will touch. On behalf of these students, who at their young age have already lived through a lot, thank you.
Chicoy students and staff around the campfire
Monday, August 15, 2011
Back in Guatemala
Unlike short-term teams that come to Guatemala, I hardly did any preparation before coming. I bought gifts for my friends here, put stuff in my suitcase, and did some lesson planning for the last semester. I spoke no Spanish for the 2 weeks prior to leaving, I did no research on the country, and I did not prepare myself for any sort of culture shock. Besides, what could really change in the 2 weeks I was away?
First thing that changed was the weather. I have traded hot, dry sun for cloudy, humid rain. No, it has not been rainig constantly. But this afternoon, just as I decided I should go grocery shopping before it gets dark, I heard the rain...and changed my mind. I can go tomorrow.
Second thing that changed was that Marvin passed away Friday. After 3 weeks of a tough battle, he is in a much better place. Those still here, however, are in a state of pain and grieving. Not having heard anything sooner, I assumed I would be walking into a situation similar to what I had left 2 weeks earlier. As I greeted Julie, Marvin's Dad, and Julio, a wave of sadness and the reality of the situation hit me. Please pray for the family.
Third thing that changed was that the fair is in town. That is actually why I scheduled my trip home when I did, because I got some days off work. In Canada I like going to the fair. It's fun getting together with friends, eating some greasy fair food, and going on some rides. But I can always go home afterwards and leave the fair behind. Here I am living in the middle of the fair. 360 degrees around our house. With an entrance to the fair on one side, booths in behind, a dance floor/club on the other side, and all the pedestrian and vehicle traffic in front, I am actually living on the fair grounds. That does mean that pizza is not far away, which is great since I have no groceries after being away 2 weeks. It also means that the darker it gets, the louder it gets. Standing barefoot in the kitchen I can feel the floor shaking from the bass next door. I decided, however, that strolling through the fair might give me the cultural experience I needed to get back into Guatemalan life.
Here is a taste of the culture shock which I had not prepared for. Entering the fair I have to watch my step, choosing gravel over mud or garbage. Vendors have booths set up selling everything from traditional shirts to tupperware, music to budgies, and the usual candied apples and cotton candy. There are games for rolling, shooting, or tossing things. At one booth people were attempting to toss coins onto plastic plates floating in a wading pool. But instead of bright coloured stuffed animals of different sizes hanging around as the anticipated prizes, there were bottles of pop, up to 3L to win. Of course there is the ferris wheel and carousel. And, being Central America, there are 2 whole sections of nothing but foosball tables. All in all the fair, regardless where, is a place for people of all ages to come and have fun. And fun they will have, apparently until 2am. So let's hope I manage to get some sleep before work starts early tomorrow morning.
First thing that changed was the weather. I have traded hot, dry sun for cloudy, humid rain. No, it has not been rainig constantly. But this afternoon, just as I decided I should go grocery shopping before it gets dark, I heard the rain...and changed my mind. I can go tomorrow.
Second thing that changed was that Marvin passed away Friday. After 3 weeks of a tough battle, he is in a much better place. Those still here, however, are in a state of pain and grieving. Not having heard anything sooner, I assumed I would be walking into a situation similar to what I had left 2 weeks earlier. As I greeted Julie, Marvin's Dad, and Julio, a wave of sadness and the reality of the situation hit me. Please pray for the family.
Third thing that changed was that the fair is in town. That is actually why I scheduled my trip home when I did, because I got some days off work. In Canada I like going to the fair. It's fun getting together with friends, eating some greasy fair food, and going on some rides. But I can always go home afterwards and leave the fair behind. Here I am living in the middle of the fair. 360 degrees around our house. With an entrance to the fair on one side, booths in behind, a dance floor/club on the other side, and all the pedestrian and vehicle traffic in front, I am actually living on the fair grounds. That does mean that pizza is not far away, which is great since I have no groceries after being away 2 weeks. It also means that the darker it gets, the louder it gets. Standing barefoot in the kitchen I can feel the floor shaking from the bass next door. I decided, however, that strolling through the fair might give me the cultural experience I needed to get back into Guatemalan life.
Here is a taste of the culture shock which I had not prepared for. Entering the fair I have to watch my step, choosing gravel over mud or garbage. Vendors have booths set up selling everything from traditional shirts to tupperware, music to budgies, and the usual candied apples and cotton candy. There are games for rolling, shooting, or tossing things. At one booth people were attempting to toss coins onto plastic plates floating in a wading pool. But instead of bright coloured stuffed animals of different sizes hanging around as the anticipated prizes, there were bottles of pop, up to 3L to win. Of course there is the ferris wheel and carousel. And, being Central America, there are 2 whole sections of nothing but foosball tables. All in all the fair, regardless where, is a place for people of all ages to come and have fun. And fun they will have, apparently until 2am. So let's hope I manage to get some sleep before work starts early tomorrow morning.
On our roof overlooking the sea of tarps
Cotton candy being made and sold in front of the blue house across the street
(you can see the yellow house in the background)
The "dance hall" next door
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Oh...Canada. Thanks for being you.
Coming home to Canada after being in Guatemala for 7 months is exactly what I expected. It's home. I know what to expect. It hasn't changed much. There are some things, though, that stand out to me. One of the biggest differences is simply going from a rural farming town to a city of 90, 000. In this city things are big, fast, new, expensive, and clean (for example, the cars, streets, houses, stores, and lifestyle). That is definitely not what I am used to, yet from previous experience, I know to expect this. Many times, however, I catch myself saying, "Wow, that's brilliant!" or "I can't decide, there are too many options!" For example: dishwashers. What a great idea! Crosswalks, and the right of way, and people who obey the written rules = a great combination. Door nobs and ceiling fans. Whoever invented those are geniuses. Seriously. In the grocery store here I need to allow myself twice as much time as in Tactic. For one, the stores here are much larger. But even trying to decide what kind of milk to get is so much more complicated. In Tactic there is powdered whole milk or 1L shelf life whole milk. There are also a few cartons of skim or partially skimmed. But here, there are at least 1L, 2L, 4L options, as well as carton or plastic jugs. Not to mention level of skimness/wholeness, and flavours. Not only choosing milk takes a long time, but bread. Tactic has white Bimbo, brown Bimbo, buttered Bimbo, or already-toasted Bimbo...or sweet buns to dip in your coffee. Here there's bread with seeds and fruit, and French baguettes, and pizza buns or cheese buns or whatever-you-can-think-of buns. I've realized that variety is a luxury for the rich. One more example: At the beginning of the school year in Tactic, I bought a 3-ring binder. I went to the biggest school supplies store in town, and asked for a binder. There was one option. No choice for size, colour, quality, or price. If you want a binder, this is what you get. On the flip side, this week I bought a bunch of school supplies as gifts for the teachers. I went on a Staples and Walmart shopping spree and I definitely took a very long time deciding, with the huge selection of options, prices, sizes, and colours.
Despite the minor culture shock, I have been enjoying my vacation. 1) It's a vacation. I'm not working = guaranteed enjoyment. 2) Visiting friends and family. It has been such an encouragement having people ask how things are going in Guatemala. You mean, you remember that I was gone and am now back and that I was in Gautemala of all places? It means a lot to me, especially when you say, "I really love reading your blog!" 3) The Kamloops weather. 1 thunder storm and a few raindrops the next day is so much more manageable than rain at some point every single day. I can't get enough of this blue sky and sun :) 4) The night sky. I had forgotten how much I love looking at the stars. It's awefully hard to star-gaze when it's clouded over, or raining. Plus I don't spend a lot of time outside after dark for safety reasons. The only problem here is it stays light out so late that time gets away on me and I end up staying up late every night. 5) The fresh fruit. Sure there is a huge variety of fresh fruit in Tactic. But there are no raspberries, cherries, blueberries, or apricots. Mmmmmm, I've been getting my fill. 6) Weddings. I managed to make it to 2 weddings in 2 weeks (in one of which I was a bridesmaid) and they were both fun-filled, God-glorifying celebrations of life, love, and unity. 7) Mom's cooking. There are more things on the menu than opportunities to eat. Thankfully Mom will be coming to Guatemala to visit me less than a week after I arrive back there. It's her first time and she's been having a hard time picturing where and how I'm living. I'm excited to show her around my Guatemalan home, take her to my schools and the market, and introduce her to my friends and coworkers. And although Guatemala has become normal to me, I expect she will experience a fair amount of culture shock, both in going to Guatemala and returning to Canada afterward. So it would be good if you could remember to pray for her and her upcoming trip.
As I head back to Guatemala, part of me is sad. I love Canada, and I hate goodbyes. But I know my mom is coming soon. And, I will be home for good in 2 and a half months. I look forward to seeing you all then!
$2 for a single avacado?!
Despite the minor culture shock, I have been enjoying my vacation. 1) It's a vacation. I'm not working = guaranteed enjoyment. 2) Visiting friends and family. It has been such an encouragement having people ask how things are going in Guatemala. You mean, you remember that I was gone and am now back and that I was in Gautemala of all places? It means a lot to me, especially when you say, "I really love reading your blog!" 3) The Kamloops weather. 1 thunder storm and a few raindrops the next day is so much more manageable than rain at some point every single day. I can't get enough of this blue sky and sun :) 4) The night sky. I had forgotten how much I love looking at the stars. It's awefully hard to star-gaze when it's clouded over, or raining. Plus I don't spend a lot of time outside after dark for safety reasons. The only problem here is it stays light out so late that time gets away on me and I end up staying up late every night. 5) The fresh fruit. Sure there is a huge variety of fresh fruit in Tactic. But there are no raspberries, cherries, blueberries, or apricots. Mmmmmm, I've been getting my fill. 6) Weddings. I managed to make it to 2 weddings in 2 weeks (in one of which I was a bridesmaid) and they were both fun-filled, God-glorifying celebrations of life, love, and unity. 7) Mom's cooking. There are more things on the menu than opportunities to eat. Thankfully Mom will be coming to Guatemala to visit me less than a week after I arrive back there. It's her first time and she's been having a hard time picturing where and how I'm living. I'm excited to show her around my Guatemalan home, take her to my schools and the market, and introduce her to my friends and coworkers. And although Guatemala has become normal to me, I expect she will experience a fair amount of culture shock, both in going to Guatemala and returning to Canada afterward. So it would be good if you could remember to pray for her and her upcoming trip.
As I head back to Guatemala, part of me is sad. I love Canada, and I hate goodbyes. But I know my mom is coming soon. And, I will be home for good in 2 and a half months. I look forward to seeing you all then!
Will and Hannah Iblings listening to speeches at their reception
Jodi Rhebergen (now Enns) ready to be married
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Home
After building anticipation and a couple long days of travelling, I am home for a vacation. I've never gone home for vacation, but rather I tend to leave my home to go on vacation. But I am really looking forward to my time here. The closer I got to home, the more excited I got. Why? Because it just felt and looked like home.
I knew I was home when...
- when the stewardess greeted me in French
- when I saw the brown, snow-capped mountains
- when I stepped into the Vancouver airport
- when I could flush toilet paper (but I always have to think twice)
- when there was warm water in the taps
- when I didn't need my passport to board my last flight
- when the majority of people around me had light hair and pale skin (the rest were Asians)
- when I saw the Tim Hortons sign
- when I used Canadian money...to buy a doughnut
- when instead of converting the price to Canadian dollars, I converted it to Quetzales
- when Spanish comes out of my mouth, and I realize something's wrong with that, and I just have to laugh
- when jeans or shorts, T-shirt, and flips flops are our traditional clothing
- when I saw the Canada flag and British Columbia flag flying outside (not just on a pin or a T-shirt)
- when I started to get emotional
I knew I was home when...
- when the stewardess greeted me in French
- when I saw the brown, snow-capped mountains
- when I stepped into the Vancouver airport
- when I could flush toilet paper (but I always have to think twice)
- when there was warm water in the taps
- when I didn't need my passport to board my last flight
- when the majority of people around me had light hair and pale skin (the rest were Asians)
- when I saw the Tim Hortons sign
- when I used Canadian money...to buy a doughnut
- when instead of converting the price to Canadian dollars, I converted it to Quetzales
- when Spanish comes out of my mouth, and I realize something's wrong with that, and I just have to laugh
- when jeans or shorts, T-shirt, and flips flops are our traditional clothing
- when I saw the Canada flag and British Columbia flag flying outside (not just on a pin or a T-shirt)
- when I started to get emotional
Snow - in summer
Mmmmmm
Lots of fresh fruit in Tactic, but not cherries!
Home
Saturday, July 30, 2011
10 Updates in 1
Often as I ride the school bus with the teachers in the mornings I think of all the things I could or should blog about. But life gets busy and blogs end up at the bottom of the to-do list. So here are 10 tid-bits of what's been happening in my life here in Tactic.
1) Today I finished marking marking the third semester exams. Only 1 more semester to go! It's hard to believe and I know it will go by fast.
2) Marvin is still continuing to fight. He has his good moments and bad. The other day we had a longer conversation than I've ever had with him. Yet he has basically lost his vision. He could tell I was wearing a blue shirt. The day before that he had 5 seizure-like attacks, and his muscles are very tense and sore. He subsists on baby food and beverages, and he does everything really slowly and seemingly half asleep. But he and his family keep pressing on. We don't know what the future holds and your prayers are still very much appreciated.
3) The Yellow House is, or was, or is still in the process of being painted. Two nights I slept on the couch in the living because all my things were heaped on my bed and my room smelled strongly of paint. Marvin and his family have moved in indefinitely and painting is being put on hold for now. And in case you were wondering, yes the inside and outside of the yellow house is yellow, though my room is more a peach colour and the outside is very faded.
4) Behind the Yellow House, the bulk market continues to grow and develop. Dump trucks and steam rollers keep the house rumbling 6 days of the week. There used to be plants and bushes surrounding our house, where you could spot fireflies at dusk. Now the dirt extends right up to the walls of our house on 2 sides. As much as I would love to have more windows in our house, for safety reasons I'm glad there are no windows to the outside on 3 sides of the house. Now as I hang up my laundry I see lampposts going in and I wish for the privacy we once had.
5) The fog has returned. For the first couple months here I would marvel at the fog rolling through the hills in the early morning. Then during the hot, dry season there was no fog. Lots of smoke or smog but no defined white clouds drifting in and out of the trees in the steep mountains. Once again I gaze out the bus window and smile at how beautiful and fresh the morning is.
6) Science Week is a new thing for the Vida schools. This year Hector Beb put his idea into action in Mocohan and Chicoy, and it will for sure spread to the other schools in the future as it was a big hit. I was so excited to be able to participate, though only on the one day in each school. It felt so good to teach a more academic subject than basic English. I studied science 4 years in university, and I studied ESL only 3 months. I love science and it was so much fun for me and the kids. I'm glad I could participate.
7) Science week in Chicoy was delayed a week, though, because of flooding. The stream that flows behind the Chicoy school became a river from heavy rains and flooded its banks, filling the roads, fields, and houses with water, silt, and wood debris. I went with the grade 7 class to see the garden they had planted months earlier. The green onions were salvaged, but only time will tell with the carrots, cilantro, celery and other plants. In the next field many of the corn stalks were flattened. Somewhat devastating, yes, but there is a lot these students can learn through this too.
8) My parents sponsor a child through Impact Ministries. Miriam is one of my students in Purulha. Her dad's birthday was on Wednedsay, and their family invited all the staff from Purulha to their house for lunch. Unlike in Canada, that means we show up, they serve us lunch, and they do not eat with us or sit at the table chatting with us. Their gift to us is the meal and our gift to them is praying for their family. I always feel like I'm really in Guatemala when I visit their house. This time I was also able to meet Miriam's grandpa, Martin.
9) The fair is coming to Tactic, Aug 10-15. Everyone loves the fair. As you can imagine, it's not quite the same here as in Canada. When the fair came to Purulha, they closed school. Not so the students could have fun, but because it was too dangerous for them to be walking to school and back. The fair draws a lot of people. Thieves, among others, love the fair, and unfortunately that puts a damper on the fun that could be had.
10) The Vida schools in Tactic will be closed for the days of the fair. For these days off and the week prior I will be going home. I will be in Kamloops Aug 2-14. The main purpose is to be a bridesmaid in my friend Jodi's wedding. I will also be visiting friends, family, and my boyfriend. I am really looking forward to being home, and I hope to come back refreshed and rejuvinated for the final few weeks of the school year.
1) Today I finished marking marking the third semester exams. Only 1 more semester to go! It's hard to believe and I know it will go by fast.
2) Marvin is still continuing to fight. He has his good moments and bad. The other day we had a longer conversation than I've ever had with him. Yet he has basically lost his vision. He could tell I was wearing a blue shirt. The day before that he had 5 seizure-like attacks, and his muscles are very tense and sore. He subsists on baby food and beverages, and he does everything really slowly and seemingly half asleep. But he and his family keep pressing on. We don't know what the future holds and your prayers are still very much appreciated.
3) The Yellow House is, or was, or is still in the process of being painted. Two nights I slept on the couch in the living because all my things were heaped on my bed and my room smelled strongly of paint. Marvin and his family have moved in indefinitely and painting is being put on hold for now. And in case you were wondering, yes the inside and outside of the yellow house is yellow, though my room is more a peach colour and the outside is very faded.
The Yellow House being painted yellow
Our backyard traffic
5) The fog has returned. For the first couple months here I would marvel at the fog rolling through the hills in the early morning. Then during the hot, dry season there was no fog. Lots of smoke or smog but no defined white clouds drifting in and out of the trees in the steep mountains. Once again I gaze out the bus window and smile at how beautiful and fresh the morning is.
The fog in Chicoy at 7am
6) Science Week is a new thing for the Vida schools. This year Hector Beb put his idea into action in Mocohan and Chicoy, and it will for sure spread to the other schools in the future as it was a big hit. I was so excited to be able to participate, though only on the one day in each school. It felt so good to teach a more academic subject than basic English. I studied science 4 years in university, and I studied ESL only 3 months. I love science and it was so much fun for me and the kids. I'm glad I could participate.
Grade 5 students doing an experiment with Smartie-like candies and water
Grade 5 students doing an experiment with coins and water
7) Science week in Chicoy was delayed a week, though, because of flooding. The stream that flows behind the Chicoy school became a river from heavy rains and flooded its banks, filling the roads, fields, and houses with water, silt, and wood debris. I went with the grade 7 class to see the garden they had planted months earlier. The green onions were salvaged, but only time will tell with the carrots, cilantro, celery and other plants. In the next field many of the corn stalks were flattened. Somewhat devastating, yes, but there is a lot these students can learn through this too.
The flooded cow pasture in Chicoy
Grade 7 students in Chicoy attending to their ruined garden
The river flowing from behind Chicoy school, with all the mud and wood on the banks
8) My parents sponsor a child through Impact Ministries. Miriam is one of my students in Purulha. Her dad's birthday was on Wednedsay, and their family invited all the staff from Purulha to their house for lunch. Unlike in Canada, that means we show up, they serve us lunch, and they do not eat with us or sit at the table chatting with us. Their gift to us is the meal and our gift to them is praying for their family. I always feel like I'm really in Guatemala when I visit their house. This time I was also able to meet Miriam's grandpa, Martin.
Miriam (in her school uniform) with her parents, sisters, brother, and grandfather at their house
9) The fair is coming to Tactic, Aug 10-15. Everyone loves the fair. As you can imagine, it's not quite the same here as in Canada. When the fair came to Purulha, they closed school. Not so the students could have fun, but because it was too dangerous for them to be walking to school and back. The fair draws a lot of people. Thieves, among others, love the fair, and unfortunately that puts a damper on the fun that could be had.
10) The Vida schools in Tactic will be closed for the days of the fair. For these days off and the week prior I will be going home. I will be in Kamloops Aug 2-14. The main purpose is to be a bridesmaid in my friend Jodi's wedding. I will also be visiting friends, family, and my boyfriend. I am really looking forward to being home, and I hope to come back refreshed and rejuvinated for the final few weeks of the school year.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Marvin
This is not an easy blog to write. It has not been an easy couple of days. Last week Ingrid's brother, Marvin, got worse again. He has a cancerous brain tumour and yesterday he was told there is nothing the doctor's can do and that he only has a short time left to live.
The last couple of days Marvin and his family have gone back and forth between our house in Tactic, and a medical clinic in Coban. Now, they are staying in our house. It didn't really hit me how bad it was until I saw him and spent time around the family. Sure I was praying for healing, but their pain did not affect my life. Hearing the praying, sobbing, vomiting in the next room makes this real.
This morning we as a staff prayed for Marvin on the bus, in staff devotions, and with the students in school devotions, as well as in church yesterday. Knowing that people are praying, I should not have been surprised when I got back from work at noon and there were visitors in our house. People have been visiting all day. And, as is Guatemalan custom, you always serve your guests bread and coffee, or tea, or a meal if it happens to be that time. So Julio, Ingrid, and Julie have been running around town getting groceries or running around the house serving guests. Having something to do, though, helps distract from the severity of the situation.
Also when I returned home from work, Ingrid said Marvin's head pain had lessened. This is good and is an answer to prayer. It is hard seeing someone in pain. I have first aid training and lifeguard training, but I have never spent much time with someone in severe pain, let alone on their deathbed... or with their grieving family. Yet what a blessing it has been to have so many people praying. It fills the house with hope and brings a peace that is unexpected in a situation like this. If you feel so inclined, I ask that you please pray - for Marvin (who is the youngest of 3 children), his parents, his brother Julio and sister Ingrid, as well for Julie (his to-be sister-in-law) and myself. I believe God can do miracles, the Bible makes that very clear, yet at times like this I lack the faith that God actually will heal. But regardless of whether He heals or not, this is an emotionally draining time for all. Thank you for your prayers.
The last couple of days Marvin and his family have gone back and forth between our house in Tactic, and a medical clinic in Coban. Now, they are staying in our house. It didn't really hit me how bad it was until I saw him and spent time around the family. Sure I was praying for healing, but their pain did not affect my life. Hearing the praying, sobbing, vomiting in the next room makes this real.
This morning we as a staff prayed for Marvin on the bus, in staff devotions, and with the students in school devotions, as well as in church yesterday. Knowing that people are praying, I should not have been surprised when I got back from work at noon and there were visitors in our house. People have been visiting all day. And, as is Guatemalan custom, you always serve your guests bread and coffee, or tea, or a meal if it happens to be that time. So Julio, Ingrid, and Julie have been running around town getting groceries or running around the house serving guests. Having something to do, though, helps distract from the severity of the situation.
Also when I returned home from work, Ingrid said Marvin's head pain had lessened. This is good and is an answer to prayer. It is hard seeing someone in pain. I have first aid training and lifeguard training, but I have never spent much time with someone in severe pain, let alone on their deathbed... or with their grieving family. Yet what a blessing it has been to have so many people praying. It fills the house with hope and brings a peace that is unexpected in a situation like this. If you feel so inclined, I ask that you please pray - for Marvin (who is the youngest of 3 children), his parents, his brother Julio and sister Ingrid, as well for Julie (his to-be sister-in-law) and myself. I believe God can do miracles, the Bible makes that very clear, yet at times like this I lack the faith that God actually will heal. But regardless of whether He heals or not, this is an emotionally draining time for all. Thank you for your prayers.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Sandwiches and more
Tactic has one grocery store. It does not have a wide variety of food, especially of imported goods. So when I get the chance to go to Coban, I go to the grocery store and stock up on North American products, such as multigrain bread, shampoo and conditioner, and salad dressing. Last weekend I lucked out and was able to find Rice Krispies and Jet-Puffed marshmallows. So what did I make? Rice Krispie squares. Actually Rice Krispie sandwiches with a layer of chocolate in the middle. As good as they are, however, I decided it was better for me if I share, so I brought some to staff devotions at Mocohan. Then I happened to mention they were really easy to make. Of course none of them had ever had Rice Krispie squares before, let alone made them. With still half a box of cereal in the house, I decided to invite the female teachers over and I'd teach them how to make them. They all seemed very interested.
In deciding when to plan it for, we figured right after school on Wednesday would work because everyone had the afternoon off. So I invited them for lunch. But what could I make for all of them? Only what I make best for lunch: sandwiches. If they weren't convinced before, now they all wanted to come and learn how to make real Canadian sandwiches!
Guatemalans think they know what sandwiches are. They even call them "sandwiches" in Spanish, but pronounced like "sanweeches". These consist of white Bimbo bread, mayo and ketchup, deli meat, and processed cheese. That's it. No wonder they say sandwiches don't fill them up! It's about time they learn what a sandwich really is!
Now, I'm not much of a cook. I would never survive on a cooking show. But I can make sandwiches. Just as tamales are a Guatemalan staple, sandwiches are my Canadian staple. I bring sandwiches to school, to work, on hikes, and just in the house. I choose Subway over McDonalds anyday. I could probably eat sandwiches everyday, no problem. So this Wednesday, I was the sandwich pro.
Whole grain bread, mayo, deli meat, mozza, tomato, lettuce, cucumber, and avacado. Mmmmmm. Of course I mentioned the variety you can have with sandwiches. Mustard, bacon, a variety of meat...and of course there's also the peanut butter sandwich classic, which they have never even heard of. It was so fun to see them all excited about something Canadian, something so ordinary to me. One teacher commented that she likes trying different food from other countries. Me too, but sandwiches has never been on my list of "different foods"!
After we filled ourselves with sandwiches (most could hardly finish one and were surprised at how filling it was), we made Rice Krispie squares, with chocolate in the middle, because of course they're better like that. All 6 of them helping, watching, asking questions, and of course licking out the marshmallow bowl.
By this time it was well past 2:30, the time their English class was supposed to start at the school with the couple that is living upstairs. I felt bad. I tried to kick them out and send them to their English class. Instead, they convinced me they would learn more English here and have more fun and create better memories than in a classroom. So I gave in. But, being the English teacher that I am, I had to write the recipes for the sandwiches and Rice Krispie squares on the whiteboard in English. Maybe making food is the kind of creative lesson I need in my English classes so the kids learn better.
After a fun-filled 2 hours, the teachers left with detailed recipes, full tummies, the rest of the Rice Krispie squares and some wonderful memories. Here are some pictures from the day.
In deciding when to plan it for, we figured right after school on Wednesday would work because everyone had the afternoon off. So I invited them for lunch. But what could I make for all of them? Only what I make best for lunch: sandwiches. If they weren't convinced before, now they all wanted to come and learn how to make real Canadian sandwiches!
Guatemalans think they know what sandwiches are. They even call them "sandwiches" in Spanish, but pronounced like "sanweeches". These consist of white Bimbo bread, mayo and ketchup, deli meat, and processed cheese. That's it. No wonder they say sandwiches don't fill them up! It's about time they learn what a sandwich really is!
Now, I'm not much of a cook. I would never survive on a cooking show. But I can make sandwiches. Just as tamales are a Guatemalan staple, sandwiches are my Canadian staple. I bring sandwiches to school, to work, on hikes, and just in the house. I choose Subway over McDonalds anyday. I could probably eat sandwiches everyday, no problem. So this Wednesday, I was the sandwich pro.
Whole grain bread, mayo, deli meat, mozza, tomato, lettuce, cucumber, and avacado. Mmmmmm. Of course I mentioned the variety you can have with sandwiches. Mustard, bacon, a variety of meat...and of course there's also the peanut butter sandwich classic, which they have never even heard of. It was so fun to see them all excited about something Canadian, something so ordinary to me. One teacher commented that she likes trying different food from other countries. Me too, but sandwiches has never been on my list of "different foods"!
After we filled ourselves with sandwiches (most could hardly finish one and were surprised at how filling it was), we made Rice Krispie squares, with chocolate in the middle, because of course they're better like that. All 6 of them helping, watching, asking questions, and of course licking out the marshmallow bowl.
By this time it was well past 2:30, the time their English class was supposed to start at the school with the couple that is living upstairs. I felt bad. I tried to kick them out and send them to their English class. Instead, they convinced me they would learn more English here and have more fun and create better memories than in a classroom. So I gave in. But, being the English teacher that I am, I had to write the recipes for the sandwiches and Rice Krispie squares on the whiteboard in English. Maybe making food is the kind of creative lesson I need in my English classes so the kids learn better.
After a fun-filled 2 hours, the teachers left with detailed recipes, full tummies, the rest of the Rice Krispie squares and some wonderful memories. Here are some pictures from the day.
Six teachers from Mocohan learning how to make sandwiches
Christina melting the marshmallows
Norma cleaning out the bowl
Everyone helping clean out the bowl
Marta enjoying the marshmallow-covered spoon
Wendy spreading the chocolate
Glenda, Glenda and Norma enjoying the final product
Norma, Wendy and I
Cristina and Marta
Sunday, July 17, 2011
High Humidity
One characteristic of living in Central America is the high humidity. Coming from Kamloops, I don't experience this often, and never to this degree. For example, on July 16, the weather website for Kamloops said it was 22 degrees C, partly cloudy, with a humidity of 46%. On the same day in Coban it was 24 degrees C, partly cloudy, with a humidity of 73%. No wonder my lips aren't chapped like they are in Canada in winter, I rarely have to use hand moisturizer, and my hair takes forever to dry (and never dries straight).
I also notice the humidity in our house. Food goes bad faster. Towels never really seem to dry. And things go mouldy or mildewy. My clothes are fine. I wear them, wash them, and hang them up to dry in the sun (when there is sun) on a regular basis. My cloth shoes and leather sandals, however, are going mouldy. So is my suitcase. The spare room also smells of mould from when it rained really hard and the water came in through the walls. No wonder people don't have carpet in their houses. So, if you have any suggestions on how to de-mould my backpack and suitcase, that would be greatly appreaciated! Thanks. I need to use them soon.
I also notice the humidity in our house. Food goes bad faster. Towels never really seem to dry. And things go mouldy or mildewy. My clothes are fine. I wear them, wash them, and hang them up to dry in the sun (when there is sun) on a regular basis. My cloth shoes and leather sandals, however, are going mouldy. So is my suitcase. The spare room also smells of mould from when it rained really hard and the water came in through the walls. No wonder people don't have carpet in their houses. So, if you have any suggestions on how to de-mould my backpack and suitcase, that would be greatly appreaciated! Thanks. I need to use them soon.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
A Land of Opportunities
Contrary to popular belief, Guatemala is really a land of unlimited opportunities. Anyone who wants to make some quick cash has plenty of simple options. Anyone can sell chips, candies, or marshmallows. Products here do not say in fine print: "Not for resale". Those shampoo samples we get in the mail, those are sold more than bottles of shampoo here. Anyone who has a stove in their house (wood or gas) can make and sell tortillas. Anyone who has a fridge can sell jello, and anyone who has a freezer can make and sell popsicles or chocolate covered fruit. There is no minimum wage or age in this country. For example, one of my grade 7 students wanted some new clothes. So his aunt helped him make jello to sell walking around town so he could earn some money and buy himself some 'new' clothes.
Now, if your house opens onto the street, you're in luck. Then you can sell these items from your door instead of walking around or sitting in the market. For example, our neighbours put up a simple paper sign written with a maker: "se vende helados de piña" which means pineapple ice cream for sale (which is actually frozen pineapple juice in bags). So, if anyone walking home from school feels like a cold snack, they knock on the door and buy one. I have also seen similar signs for chococlate covered fruit, or tortillas (2 or 3 times a day), and even eggs, chickens, or puppies. Whatever you have to sell, a simple sign on the door is sufficient to begin your business.
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If you have a front room that opens onto the street, the opportunities increase. Open a convenient store. Start a used clothing store (just buy a bag of used clothes that come down from the States and maybe some hangers). If you're feeling adventurous, start a restaurant. No one is going to stop you or ask for your business license or check if you've taken the Food Safety course. The opportunities are endless.
If you have a landline phone, you can put a sign on your door saying phone for rent, Q1/min. If you have a computer you can start a shop selling movie DVDs or music CDs you've downloaded for free. If you have more than one computer and internet access, you might as well start your own internet cafe. Those are becoming really popular in Tactic.
If you have a car you can put a taxi sign on the roof. Or put megaphones or speakers on the roof and get paid to be a moving advertisement. If you have a van you can become public transit. If you can use a paintbrush you can cover buildings with advertisements or election slogans.
In the schools I am teaching in, the students have started selling food at recess, with the help of the teachers. This has developed because Mocohan and Purulha are now completely enclosed by cement walls and so the village women can no longer sell food through the barbed wire at recess. At Chamche and Chijacorral, the recess meal has been moved to breakfast so that only those who really need the food will show up before classes start in the morning. The rest will bring a snack or buy from classmates at recess. What a more practical way to learn mathematics than to buy and sell in a practical setting like this.
In Canada I can only think of lemonade stands in summer and paper delivery kids who work for petty cash. Here, adults will sit in their front entrance selling gummy candies and jello. Here it will be a man's career to sell newspapers in order to put food on the table. A mother will spend all day cooking, making and selling tortillas, 4 tortillas for Q1 (which is approximately 3 cents a tortilla). As school lets out at noon, the ice cream man is there with his cart of neapolitan ice cream and a package of cones. I doubt a man in Canada would feel he was providing for his family by selling ice cream cones for 12 cents a piece. But hey, it's an opportunity to earn money. This country is all about opportunity. It's fair game for everyone. Let your imagination soar! If you lived here, what kind of business opportunity would you take hold of?
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Now, if your house opens onto the street, you're in luck. Then you can sell these items from your door instead of walking around or sitting in the market. For example, our neighbours put up a simple paper sign written with a maker: "se vende helados de piña" which means pineapple ice cream for sale (which is actually frozen pineapple juice in bags). So, if anyone walking home from school feels like a cold snack, they knock on the door and buy one. I have also seen similar signs for chococlate covered fruit, or tortillas (2 or 3 times a day), and even eggs, chickens, or puppies. Whatever you have to sell, a simple sign on the door is sufficient to begin your business.
The white paper sign taped above the door says they have piña helados.
If you have a landline phone, you can put a sign on your door saying phone for rent, Q1/min. If you have a computer you can start a shop selling movie DVDs or music CDs you've downloaded for free. If you have more than one computer and internet access, you might as well start your own internet cafe. Those are becoming really popular in Tactic.
If you have a car you can put a taxi sign on the roof. Or put megaphones or speakers on the roof and get paid to be a moving advertisement. If you have a van you can become public transit. If you can use a paintbrush you can cover buildings with advertisements or election slogans.
In the schools I am teaching in, the students have started selling food at recess, with the help of the teachers. This has developed because Mocohan and Purulha are now completely enclosed by cement walls and so the village women can no longer sell food through the barbed wire at recess. At Chamche and Chijacorral, the recess meal has been moved to breakfast so that only those who really need the food will show up before classes start in the morning. The rest will bring a snack or buy from classmates at recess. What a more practical way to learn mathematics than to buy and sell in a practical setting like this.
In Canada I can only think of lemonade stands in summer and paper delivery kids who work for petty cash. Here, adults will sit in their front entrance selling gummy candies and jello. Here it will be a man's career to sell newspapers in order to put food on the table. A mother will spend all day cooking, making and selling tortillas, 4 tortillas for Q1 (which is approximately 3 cents a tortilla). As school lets out at noon, the ice cream man is there with his cart of neapolitan ice cream and a package of cones. I doubt a man in Canada would feel he was providing for his family by selling ice cream cones for 12 cents a piece. But hey, it's an opportunity to earn money. This country is all about opportunity. It's fair game for everyone. Let your imagination soar! If you lived here, what kind of business opportunity would you take hold of?
A kid walking down the street selling food of some sort door to door or to passersby.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
In a Nutshell
For only having a week off, I managed to cram a lot in. Here is my week in a nutshell. Most of the time I spent in San Jose, the capital of Costa Rica, with my friend Karina. She was the cook during both my semesters at Capernwray Bible School Portantorchas (http://www.portantorchas.org/). I was able to visit the school and the staff who still work there. That brought back many great memories of my 8 months there in 2006.
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After that I visited a good friend, Laura, who is currently working as a tour guide in the rainforests of Monteverde. Consequently I got to do a canopy zipline and 2 guided walks through the rainforest, one at night and one in the morning. I got to see (and hear) howler monkeys, an armadillo, a coati, an emerald toucanet, as well as various butterflies, orchids, and insects. While in Monteverde I visited a serpentarium (snakes), ranarium (frogs), and butterfly gardens. Having a biology degree I found this extremely interesting.
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From the mountains I went to the beach. Karina's mom rents some cabins on beachfront property in Parrita. So Karina and I went first to Manuel Antonio (one of my favourite white sand, calm water tourist beaches) and then to Playa Bandera (a deserted black sand beach with crashing waves). I got to see white-faced capuchin monkeys, sloths, and iguanas.
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Returning back to the capital, I was able to visit another friend, Fresia, and her family who I had met on a number of occasions. Her sister actually just got back from Capernwray Bible School on Thetis Island, BC, Canada. Before leaving Costa Rica, I was able to enjoy some typical Costa Rican food, such as gallo pinto and Pops ice cream, as well as some American food that I can't get in Tactic, such as Subway and Rootbeer (which they call Zarza). Karina and I went to an exercise gym, and I got a new pair of shoes (I cannot buy shoes in Tactic because they do not sell my size. Overall it was a wonderful trip.
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Wonderful, yes. Perfect, no. Transportation issues made this a real adventure. Three times I was on buses that broke down. I got ripped off by a taxi driver. Once I got on the wrong bus and once I got off at the wrong stop. In hind sight, I should have bought a prepaid cell phone when I arrived since my Guatemalan phone has no service there and ended up breaking anyway. Also, my camera case got stolen/lost/left behind. Thankfully it only had my spare batteries in it and not my memory cards or the camera itself! Then, to top it all off, my flight back to Guatemala was cancelled. I didn't have access to internet all week and therefore was uninformed of the change. As a result, Copa Airlines put me up in a hotel for the night, covering the costs of transportation to and from, as well as dinner, breakfast, and a free international phone call. They rebooked my flight for the next morning, which turned out not to be a problem for those picking me up in Guatemala. Thanks to this dilemma, I enjoyed the jacuzzi, air conditioning, a comfy double bed, and carpet on the floor! I feel so fortunate and blessed. God has been so good to me. Despite transportation and communication glitches, I felt at peace and not anxious or afraid the entire week. I managed to find my way around San Jose. I got to see my friends and experience the best of Costa Rica.
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Me in front of the kiosko (classroom) at Portantorchas
Laura and I before the zipline tour
One of the guides on the zipline
Laura and I on one of the hanging bridges in the rainforest canopy
A green iguana at the serpentarium
A boa constrictor
A butterfly in the butterfly gardens
From the mountains I went to the beach. Karina's mom rents some cabins on beachfront property in Parrita. So Karina and I went first to Manuel Antonio (one of my favourite white sand, calm water tourist beaches) and then to Playa Bandera (a deserted black sand beach with crashing waves). I got to see white-faced capuchin monkeys, sloths, and iguanas.
Manuel Antonio beach inside the national park
A white-faced capuchin monkey at Manuel Antonio
Karina after a day on the beach
Playa Bandera
Playa Bandera
Our cabin by the beach
Drinking and eating a coconut on the beach
Returning back to the capital, I was able to visit another friend, Fresia, and her family who I had met on a number of occasions. Her sister actually just got back from Capernwray Bible School on Thetis Island, BC, Canada. Before leaving Costa Rica, I was able to enjoy some typical Costa Rican food, such as gallo pinto and Pops ice cream, as well as some American food that I can't get in Tactic, such as Subway and Rootbeer (which they call Zarza). Karina and I went to an exercise gym, and I got a new pair of shoes (I cannot buy shoes in Tactic because they do not sell my size. Overall it was a wonderful trip.
Eating Subway
A traditional Costa Rican meal at McDonalds
Wonderful, yes. Perfect, no. Transportation issues made this a real adventure. Three times I was on buses that broke down. I got ripped off by a taxi driver. Once I got on the wrong bus and once I got off at the wrong stop. In hind sight, I should have bought a prepaid cell phone when I arrived since my Guatemalan phone has no service there and ended up breaking anyway. Also, my camera case got stolen/lost/left behind. Thankfully it only had my spare batteries in it and not my memory cards or the camera itself! Then, to top it all off, my flight back to Guatemala was cancelled. I didn't have access to internet all week and therefore was uninformed of the change. As a result, Copa Airlines put me up in a hotel for the night, covering the costs of transportation to and from, as well as dinner, breakfast, and a free international phone call. They rebooked my flight for the next morning, which turned out not to be a problem for those picking me up in Guatemala. Thanks to this dilemma, I enjoyed the jacuzzi, air conditioning, a comfy double bed, and carpet on the floor! I feel so fortunate and blessed. God has been so good to me. Despite transportation and communication glitches, I felt at peace and not anxious or afraid the entire week. I managed to find my way around San Jose. I got to see my friends and experience the best of Costa Rica.
Waiting for a new bus
The Ramada Hotel
One of the many tropical flowers
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