Thursday, March 28, 2013

And then there were four...

I had the great opportunity to head back to the states last week on Tuesday and stay for a week. It was exhausting! But I'm so glad I got to see so many people in such a short time. I've already told you about my long day of travel to get home, now let me tell you about my crazy week back home.

After spending too much time in transit, I had a very busy Wednesday full of familiar faces. Hanging out with Sarah Sheps making delicious goodness, an attempt at ultimate frisbee that really just turned into running around like crazy people and freezing, playing games and eating said delicious goodness back at home with more familiar faces, and finished off with dinner with Seth's parents. Thursday morning was a little bit more relaxed, but still busy trying to make sure I had everything I needed for my mom's wedding and then we headed up north in the afternoon. We spent all of 5 minutes at Josh and Jenna's before leaving for the reptile zoo (so cool!!) and capped it off with sandwiches at the Sultan bakery (you haven't been there? you must go!). Friday was a whirlwind of skyping with Seth before he peaced out to Russia, rushing to the church before the secretary left so that we could let my mom in when she brought the cakes, going to a nail salon that cost way too much money (but my nails will be purple forever!! or at least until they grow themselves clean), running to a St Vincent De Paul to buy a swimming suit so that I could rock the hot-tub at Rachel's hotel (btw, if you've never gone shopping with my niece, Mina, you have to, she's simply adorable!! She'd climb through the clothes to get to the other side of the rack, then tell me to come too, I'd tell her I was too big and she'd tell me to try it, I fit, and then she'd say, "You fit just like me!"), rehearsal dinner and rehearsal, then I passed out on Josh's living room floor. Saturday was the wedding day and everything went great and it was beautiful and the reception was great and it was sunny outside and relatively warm (a HUGE difference from the giant snowflakes from the day before!), and after cleaning everything up I jetted down to camp to visit the Millers and Carol (and Rory, but I'd already seen him, so I don't know if he really counts again, haha!). Left camp pretty late and crashed as soon as I got home. I hit up the early service at First Pres, then sped over to the service at South Lakeshore. Right after church I had to meet Tim, Rachel, Mina, Steve, and Jonathan at Pt D to hang out for a bit, then speed over to Tukwila to meet some friends for lunch, then race back home to hang out with Josh and Jenna and Jaxon again. Monday was fairly chill, just some last-minute stuff I had to pick up and Steve hosted a Passover Seder at our house and then I went to bed. Then Tuesday it was back to the airport. We made it to Guate and stayed in a hotel there, then took a bus yesterday morning to Xela. We did a hike this morning and then picked up Steve from the bus station this evening. Now we just get to enjoy the holy week processionals!
So my vacation week was probably anything but a vacation, but it was so great to be back home (even if it was only for a few days) and now I'm so excited to have my dad, BK, and Steve here to explore with me. Also, I have four parents now....that's weird, but I'm super stoked for my mom and Mark, I can't wait to actually get to spend some time with them when I get back home for good. :)





Santiaguito erupting at the top of our hike this morning 

Thursday, March 21, 2013

A long day of travel

As most of you know, I'm back in the states for a week for my mom's wedding. I traveled all day on Tuesday. Like actually. Here's the story of my full day of travel:

I woke up at 3:05AM (Central American time, that means 1 hour ahead of Washington) and I ate breakfast (pancakes I'd made from the day before) and finished up packing last-minute things and I was leaving my apartment in Xela by 3:55AM. I walked from my apartment to the Alamo bus station (it's about a 10-15 minute walk) and the streets were dead empty. It was comforting to know that it's not every day that there are a bunch of drunk people wandering the streets at way-too-early in the morning (another story for another time), but it was also really weird that there was no one. Well I got to the station and awaited my 4:30 bus to Guatemala city. Now, there are chicken buses which are old U.S. school buses that have been pimped out and go flying down mountain curves, but Alamo buses are like the Greyhound. They're nice charter buses with comfy seats, only one person per seat, they don't fly down the road and they go more direct. The bus ride was wonderful! We never stopped to pick anyone extra up and we only stopped a couple times before the Alamo station in Guate to drop a couple people off. It was maybe like 8:45AM when we got to the station in Guate and I hopped into a taxi to go to the airport. Just in case you're wondering, the taxi price was outrageous!! I paid Q62 for my 4-hour bus ride and Q50 for my 20-minute taxi ride. Dumb! But the driver was a really nice guy and we had a nice chat while sitting in terrible Guate traffic. I got to the airport at about 9:15 and had to wait for the United Airlines desk to open so that I could check-in.
[There's something you should know about me: I'm paranoid about being late for travel transportation. I really could have taken a bus from Xela at 6:30AM, not 4:30, but I wanted to make sure I'd have plenty of time just in case something went wrong with the bus or something] I got checked in and moved onto exit customs. I had overstayed my tourist visa by 8 days so I had to go to a different window so that they could write me a fine (Q10 per day overstayed). From there I had to go back upstairs to pay the fine at the bank, then back down to the fine window so that they could sign-off and back to the customs guy. At first he only talked to me in Spanish, but when I came back the second time he only spoke to me in English. Haha!
I got to security and still had a half-full water bottle. I thought there would be a bathroom before security, but there wasn't. I told the security guy that I still had water and I needed to empty it or drink it and he said (in Spanish) that I could drink it on the other side of security or I could take it to the bathroom on the other side of security to dump it out...either way, I could pass through security with my water. On the other side of the metal detector there was a security lady who saw my bottle and said (in English) "yours?" I said yes and she said "drink it, now!" Ummm, so the other guy was a lot nicer.
[Another thing you should know about me: I almost always have to pee, and this was no exception...so drinking half of a nalgene bottle full of water was kinda miserable]
I got to my gate and waited. There's no AC in the Guate airport, so it was cookin! Finally got onto the plane and I was sitting next to two guys, one about my age from Austen, and the other about 65 from Puyallup. We chatted throughout the whole flight and waited in customs in Houston together. We all had about a 2.5 hour layover, but customs took FOREVER so by the time we got to our gates we had about 10 minutes before boarding. But anyways, we waited in customs together and when we parted ways (the guy from Austen had a gate in the opposite direction from where Puyallup and I had to go) we actually introduced ourselves. So we spent an entire flight and 2 hours in customs chatting without knowing each others names, I love how that's totally normal when traveling!
On the way to our gate, Dwight (the guy from Puyallup, whose name I now knew), offered to buy me a coke or something for helping him out with navigating the Houston airport and customs. I declined, but he was hungry so we stopped at a taco restaurant with tacos 2 for $8 (for reals!! Tacos in Xela are 3 for Q10, which is about $1.30) and he said I could have the other since he only wanted one. So we had the most expensive tacos ever and then boarded our flight. We weren't sitting together on this one. I slept for most of the flight because by this time it was about 7PM Central American time and I was pooped. We arrived in Seatac at about 10:30PM PST and made our way over to the baggage claim (somehow it always works out that the gate you fly into is basically the furthest it could possibly be from baggage claim and your carousel for baggage claim is the one on the furthest end). My cousin, Jonathan, was already there waiting for me and then Alex came in too, we finally got my bag and I said bye to Dwight. He was hoping my dad would be there to pick me up so that he could tell him what a nice young lady I was. How sweet! But anyways, I said bye and then we headed outside. It's freezing cold here!!! But we headed to McDonald's to get shamrock shakes because it's tradition! Fenda met us at McDonald's and we were stoked to see each other. :) We headed back to my house and got there at about midnight (so 1AM central American time) and stayed up to eat some food and chat some more. I think I finally went to sleep around 2AM PST...and had to get up early-ish for a dentist appointment the next morning.
Needless to say, I'm not a big fan of traveling all day long...but I was so happy to be home for a bit! The Houston airport is probably one of my least favorite places in the world, but I survived it and I'll survive it twice more within the next 8 months. It's weird being back, but it definitely feels like home. :)

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

You know you're not in the US when....


This is by no means a complete list, and I'll probably be adding to it every now and then as I experience more things that make me positive that I'm not in the United States. I hope these things make you want to come see Guatemala and they don't scare you into staying in the states forever. Most of these things I find comical, not terrible. :)

You know you're not in the United States when.....

1. ...every security guard carries a big shotgun
2. ...when the road is blocked, your bus just turns down a one-way street (the wrong way!) and drives backwards until they get to somewhere they can turn
3. ...no girl, drop dead gorgeous or average, can walk down the street without receiving a honk, whistle, or some sort of comment
4. ...you're on an old school bus with three fully-grown adults on each seat. The two people aisle-side only have half of their butt on the seat and the only way they stay on the seat is by using the resistance from the person across the aisle from them. You get super stoked when a seat has two smaller people in it so when they make room for you, you can fit 3/4 of your butt on the seat.
5. ...you're outraged when something is "expensive" (by which I mean, it's a special treat to buy a gigantic burger for Q40 a.k.a. $5....a Q50 burger is way out of my price-range!)
6. ...the locals get charged way less for things than visitors (I went to Laguna Chicabal and you have to pay to get into the park, it's Q1 for locals, Q5 for nationals, and Q15 for internationals!!!)
7. ...you can catch a bus from any point along the route; just wave it down and it'll stop for you
8. ...being 45 minutes late for everything is normal
9. ...Netflix makes you have Spanish subtitles on many of their offered titles (like actually, there's no option to turn them off on a lot of the shows!!!)
10. ...you can directly pay a police officer a fraction of your fine to convince them not to give you the fine in the first place
11. ...most people don't shake hands with women, they do the cheek kiss thing
12. ...sending something from the post office doesn't necessarily mean it will arrive at its destination
13. ...no one drinks the tap water
14. ...everything is negotiable
15. ...every door to the outside is a metal door
16. ...the number of seats on a bus by no means dictates how many people can "fit." Usually the "maximum occupancy" is 1/3 of the number of people who will cram their way on
17. ...most of the foreigners are just passing through
18. ...internet and electricity are not necessities of life, they come and go as they please
19. ...you always have to ask for your check at a restaurant
20. ...a prepaid cell phone is the norm, having a plan is strange
21. ...you get nervous when you get into someone's car and they have their seat belt on
22. ...it's totally fine that there's an empty beer can in the back seat of someone's car
23. ...flaggers for road construction don't have walkie-talkies, they just guess when it's safe for you to go

Friday, February 22, 2013

Work, work, work!

As you should already know (that it, if you've been keeping up with the random stuff I've been posting) I'm working at the European Academy here in Xela as an English teacher. Well, I got hired to teach 4 hours on Saturday mornings because they'd just started a bunch of new classes, plus some of the teachers had recently quit, so they were a little desperate. I went through the training process and did my first class without too much trouble. So yeah, I worked 4 hours my first Saturday. For the next Saturday my boss, Blake, asked me if I could do a private class for 2 hours after my group class. Sure. Week 2: 6 hours. For the next Saturday Blake asked me if I could teach an afternoon group class too. Sure. Week 3: 8 hours.

I got a call from another English school that I wanted to work at. It's called Best English school, but it has a reputation of being pretty much the worst English school to work at in Xela. But it's close to where I live and it was something to do and it would have helped pay for my rent. The coordinator there, Diana, called me and told me she probably had a student for me and that she was just waiting for him to officially enroll and then he'd have class for a couple hours every weekday morning. She said he had dyslexia so I'd have to read up on how to teach someone with dyslexia. She also said that he's 4 years old. Ummmm....maybe she should have told me all this before she asked me if I'd do it. Oh well, I was only working on Saturdays, so it'd be good for me to get out there and do something other than sit around wondering what I should do. I mentioned something about it in my Spanish class (I get 3 hours of free Spanish class from the Academy) and I guess my teacher, also Diana (but a different Diana), told Blake.

The next day I got a call from Blake, "I hear you're thinking of working for another school." This is the part where I think to myself, "Crap! I've only been working here 2 weeks and I've already gotten myself onto Blake's bad-side." But this is what Blake said to me: "How many hours do I have to give you so that you won't work for that other school? I like you and I want you to be more available to work at the Academy whenever we need you." Then he proceeded to schedule me for at least one private class every day this last week, plus 9 hours on Saturday (by which I mean tomorrow). Week 4: 24 hours.

So, I was hired for essentially 16 hours a month and by the end of tomorrow I will have worked 24 hours this week alone. I absolutely love it!! Yes, I love the fact that I'll be able to cover my rent with my paycheck, but mostly I love having something to do, I love teaching English, I love spending time with other people who work at the Academy, and I love feeling like I'm finally doing what I came here to do. I've been so incredibly blessed in my time here already and it's been so amazing this last week just watching how it seems that God is continually saying to me, "See? I told you I had a plan for you. But wait, there's more!"

At the Academy everyone who works there dresses professionally. I had to buy a lot of clothes right after I got the job. Haha! But they also have casual Friday. Today was my first day working on a Friday and it felt so nice to be able to wear jeans....and my Sambas!! I felt like I was finally part of the working adult world because I got to do casual Friday. But then I started thinking about it: shouldn't I feel more a part of the working adult world by having to dress professionally every other day of the week? I mean, at camp every day was casual Friday (including multi-lingual Mondays!). On a side note: every time you hear the term "casual Friday" do you think of that episode of the Office where Meredith wears that....ummm.....dress? I def for sure do! Anyways, yeah, I'm not working full-time, but I'm totally fine with that. I love my job and I feel incredibly blessed to be working there and to have such a great boss who is willing to give me way more hours than we originally agreed on just to keep me working only for them (also, I get paid almost double at the Academy as I would have been paid at Best English School...so it's pretty much a win, win, and win again).

My mom is getting married in a month and I get to go home for a week to see her and the rest of my family. I have an awesome job here in Guatemala. My dad, step-mom, and brother are planning to come visit me for a couple weeks after the wedding. And I'm getting more and more comfortable with Spanish every day. In the words of Ann Voskamp (if you haven't read her book One Thousand Gifts, read it!): "God is always good and I am always loved." Thank you so much for praying for me and encouraging me as I'm going on this crazy life adventure!! I can't wait to see what's next! :)

Friday, February 15, 2013

What I learned in San Pedro la Laguna

Since I'm not working weekdays, I get pretty bored sometimes in Xela. My friend, Matt, was taking a week off of Spanish classes to visit the lake, relax, and try to digest all the Spanish he's learned so far. He told me I was welcome to join if I wanted to. At first I said no, I should probably stay in Xela. But by Tuesday I was itching to get out of town. So I left Xela Wednesday afternoon, got to San Pedro by 4PM and left San Pedro this morning (Friday) at 11AM. Not a lot of time there, but it was worth it. Here are some things that I learned on this trip:


1. "Lake Atitlan" is not a place people go.
                  It's true, the name of the lake is Atitlan. And I've heard tons of people say, "you have to go to the lake!" or "I went to the lake and __________ happened." But here's the thing they don't tell you: there are tons of cities encircling the lake. The biggest and most popular is Panajachel, but I think all the others are named after the apostles. For instance, I went to San Pedro (Peter), there's also San Marcos (Mark), Santiago (James), San Juan (John), etc. Each one has a little somthing different to offer, so I guess I'll have to go back to see the other cities one day.

2. My back sunburns easily
                It wasn't even really sunny the full day I was there. Disappointing. But (pero!) if you were to look at my back right now, you would know exactly what the back of my swim suit looks like (not color, but shape). I even put on sunscreen!! But it's only SPF 15, it might be expired (the expiration date it too faded for me to read it...), and I only applied it once in the morning but spent time kayaking and swimming (and by swimming I mean playing pool volleyball). I put on my backpack this morning and my shoulders were displeased.

3. Not all Guatemalan cities are good for practicing Spanish
                The majority of things in San Pedro were in English. The signs, menus, a lot of the people who worked in restaurants, bars, etc., and most of the people you encountered on the street. There are so many foreigners there that you need only a very basic knowledge of Spanish to get by (numbers and really commonly used verbs). The guy who was working at my hostel when I checked in not only didn't speak Spanish, but also didn't know much about Guatemala....he thought Xela was another town around the lake, when in actuality it's a 3 hour bus ride away and the second largest city in Guatemala (in other words, not a no-name city...I think anyone living and working in Guatemala should know of the big cities). Overall, I had 3 conversations in Spanish while I was there and they weren't all that long or in-depth, pretty much just talking to the lady while she made my sandwich or the guy at the smoothie stand while I drank my smoothie.

4. Weed is really easy to come by...in many forms
                  I had heard from a lot of people that the towns around the lake are full of hippies who smoke a lot of weed. Those people didn't lie. There were people coming into the hostel hangout area selling food pretty often (one lady who is famous around town for being everywhere all the time always asking people "Quiere pan?" [do you want bread?] and she sells banana bread, chocolate banana bread, and cinnamon bread)...so half the time it was banana bread or doughnuts being sold, the other half of the time it was weed brownies or weed chocolate peanut butter balls. One girl didn't want to buy because she was in the mood for mushroom chocolate peanut butter balls...apparently it's the wrong time of year for those. But besides the special desserts, there are also kids (maybe mid/late teens) hanging out on the street asking you if you want to buy weed. It's def for sure not taboo here!

5. Don't let yourself get ripped off by the guy who takes your money on the bus
                  I know that in Guatemala (and probably every other country that's not predominantly populated by white people) gringos get charged more for things that locals. I'd read in a few places that it should cost Q25 for the bus from Xela to San Pedro, but that it's common for gringos to be overcharged and it's ok to fight with the guy on it as long as you're not being a jerk to him. So when I went they charged me Q30 and I didn't worry too much about it. It's completely possible that the price may have gone up Q5 since the writing of the stuff I read, or maybe he's just charging me Q5 extra, but whatevs. On the way back, however, the guy tried to charge my friend, Matt, and I Q35 each. I asked the guy (in Spanish, but it was a little rusty after spending two days speaking almost all English), "Why is it Q35? To come to San Pedro from Xela it was only Q30!" After looking at me a little frustratedly, he let us only pay Q30 each.

6. Not everyone knows what they're doing in Guatemala
                    As I've said before, there were a ton of extranjeros (foreigners) in San Pedro. A lot of them only stay a couple days or a week or two. Pretty much just passing through during their travels. One guy that we met, who introduced himself as Sheep F***er (like, that's what he said his name was...), told us that he was in his second month of a two-week trip. And the two-week trip was just to come down and party. I think there's a similar story for a bunch of the travelers who are staying there long-term-ish. They don't really have plans for traveling and don't really have plans for life back home (wherever that may be).

7. I'm not a traveler
                I spent 2 nights in a hostel. There were quite a few people there who had been traveling for a while, living out of their backpacks, and going from place to place wherever they felt like visiting. I am not one of those people. I'm all for seeing new places, but I don't like living out of a bag. I don't like the idea of not really having a plan. I don't like the idea of just spending money on traveling for a long period of time without doing anything to offset that spending. I don't like the idea of not having a place to call home for more than a couple days. I don't like carrying my stuff around. And I'm not outgoing enough to make friends with fellow hostel stayers. I don't want to always be on the move. I love Guatemala (Xela especially), but I would never want to spend months on end just hopping from place to place. I want to travel a lot more in my future, but I don't want to be a traveler.

8. Every place of habitation should have a hammock...or 6
                    The hostel I stayed at had 6 hammocks in the common area and I think most of the other hotels and hostels there were equipped with hammocks as well. Hammocks are the best hangout spot ever! It's like a bed/chair. On a sunny day, you can just lounge in a hammock. On a chilly evening, you can wrap up in a blanket and be cocooned in a hammock. If you just want to sit but you don't want a hard chair, you can sit on a hammock. They are such genius inventions!! I saw a treehouse with a hammock in it...I want one!

9. If you order a tuna sandwich to go and they just wrap it in foil, don't just throw it in your bag
               I went to a little cafe to get a sandwich to go for the bus ride home (by which I mean back to Xela). Today's special was tuna on ciabatta bread, so of course I went for that. I haven't had tuna in....since....I can't remember, but I know I was in Washington last time I had tuna, so it's been quite some time. The lady was super nice and we chatted while she made my sandwich (one of the 3 conversations I had in Spanish while in San Pedro) and then she wrapped it in a piece of foil. I threw it in my purse and was off to the catholic church to meet Matt for our bus home. We were there an hour earlier than we'd heard the bus was meant to leave because we're in Guatemala and nothing is ever on time and since it was the last bus from San Pedro to Xela for the day we didn't want to take any chances. So we walked around for a bit, looked at what their market had to offer (same fruits and veggies they have in Xela) then we settled on the church stairs to play a game of Spanish Bananagrams. We got on the bus and I wanted to check on my sandwich (honestly, I'd forgotten about it and been less than careful with my bag). I noticed that my book was wet and that my bag smelled like tuna. Awesome. There was a little hole in the foil (probably caused by the corner of my book) and the juice had leaked onto my book, sunglasses, and probably within the bag itself. Thankfully the hole was small and it hadn't leaked too much. But you know how tuna is with its smell...a little goes a long way. So now my bag and book smell like tuna. I'm thinking that every time I want to read To Kill A Mockingbird in the future I'll be reminded of my folly. So if you every find yourself getting a  tuna sandwich wrapped only in foil, ask for a plastic bag to go with it.

10. Renting things is really easy in Guatemala!
              I really really really wanted to go kayaking while at the lake. All the guidebooks/websites I'd read about the lake said that kayaking was one of the main things to do while there and really cheap too! Matt and I had both heard that it was about Q25/hour to rent a kayak (that's a little over $3), which seemed a little pricey, but if we were just going to do an hour I wasn't too worried about it (I was on vacation, and thus could justify spending more than I normally would). I asked one of the guys who worked at my hostel where the best place to rent a kayak was (he was the only Guatemalan around, so I figured he'd know best...not like that guy who thought Xela was another city around the lake). He told me the best and cheapest place was at the Santiago dock (there are two main docks in San Pedro: the Panajachel dock and the Santiago dock, named for where the boats head to from those points). I was surprised when he told me that because it seemed to me that the most happening part of town was near the Pana dock...but in hindsight I guess it makes sense that it'd be cheaper where less tourists go. Anyways, it was only Q10 an hour!! We walked down there and there were these two guys sitting in some chairs and they asked if we wanted kayaks. We said yes, that we wanted two individuals, and we asked if there was a place we could leave our backpacks. They told us we could leave them in the little tienda (store) right next door. Sketchy, I know. They took down the kayaks for us and we went into the store to ask where we could leave our bags. The lady just pointed to the floor right by the door. So we dropped our bags and she asked how many hours we wanted. We said we weren't sure, but probably just one and we could come back later if we wanted longer. Then she asked if we wanted to pay before or after and we said after, just in case we ended up staying out more than an hour. Then we started paddling out into the lake. They didn't ask for our names, a deposit, NOTHING! I mean, in all fairness we left our bags there so of course we were coming back, but still! It was so easy!!!
Same with my hostel. I got there and asked if they had space. They did. He asked for ID. I told him I left it all in Xela. No problem. He took down my first name only, wrote "USA" in the space for passport # on the sign-in sheet, and took my Q50 deposit for use of the key (so I guess it was a little more complicated, since they wanted ID and a deposit...but I didn't have to sign anything and I didn't actually have to have ID). I never want to fill out rental/prerequisite paperwork ever again now that I know it's possible to not!



Overall I'd say I had a great time in San Pedro. All of the Guatemalans that I met there were incredibly nice people willing to help with anything that I needed. The town is beautiful with plenty to do. I think that my only complaint is how English everything is. I would say Americanized, but it's not really...it's just that so much of everything is in English and even the things that they have in restaurants or the stuff they show on television in the bars is so non-Guatemalan. I didn't really feel like I was in Guatemala anymore because there were so many gringos and so many places to get food not typical in Guatemala. But I'd definitely go again and visit some of the other towns. I'd like to spend more time there since I was only there one full day and two nights.