Very happy holidays and overall good times

The past few weeks have been so crazy but I am finally taking the time to update on the end of 2010 and beginning of 2011, which have been some of the most awesome weeks I've spent in Guatemala. First: Christmas. I was invited to spend Christmas eve with a family that lives around the corner that I've become close to in the past months. They are a really big family and I always feel at home with them because it is always a fun and loud time when I'm with them - just like my real family back home! :) In Guatemala (and most Latin American countries in general), Christmas Eve is a really big deal. I went over to the family's house in the morning of Christmas Eve, and Doña Adalicia had been up since 5 am making tamales, which is the traditional food to eat on Christmas. I learned how to prepare and wrap the tamales in big leaves, and then we all hung out while the tamales cooked for three hours (she made 100 of them...no joke). Luckily, I had come prepared with red, white, and green nail polishes to give Christmas manicures, of which I did thirteen of that day with all the family members, young and old. It was a good time-filler because we pretty much sat around, hanging out and waiting for 12 midnight. At which point, it was just like New Years Eve - fireworks going off, everyone hugging and kissing. The family set off a ton of fireworks from the roof and street, and it seemed that every other family in Chiantla was doing the exact same thing from all the noise. Once the craziness of twelve midnight has passed, everyone runs back inside to open gifts, and then around 1 am we all sat down to eat a dinner of warm tamales and coffee. I lasted until 2 am, at which point I struggled to stay awake. Finally, I went home to bed, feeling so content from the holiday festivities and knowing it would be one of my favorite memories from Guatemala.

The next day, Christmas day, was almost like nothing in Guatemala. A few stores were closed, but otherwise it was a really normal day. Whereas in the states, Christmas is a very important day, in Guatemala, everyone just slowly recovers from the night before. I hung out with some friends in town, and then went home to rest and pack because the NEXT DAY I got to see my Aunt Patti, Uncle Kenny, Michelle, and Jeff! They came to Guatemala for a short trip after vacationing in Belize and I got to take them to Antigua for a night and then the Lake for two more. The day after they arrived to Guatemala, David returned after spending some time in Panama, and we all had a great time - I think the best part was hanging out at the hotel and playing board games, card games, and drinking games. Some of the other guests complained that we were too loud but I think really they were just jealous of all the fun we were having :) Jeffrey also jumped off a huge cliff into the lake, and the rest of us watched in awe/fear :)

The morning of my birthday, the Steinbergs prepared to depart Guate and David and I took off for Huehue. After a short 4.5 hours, we were back home and getting ready for my birthday party. Instead of doing a dinner, I had a birthday "snack" and invited people over for bean tamales and delicious carrot cake. Unlike in the states, where you invite only a bunch of friends your age, I had 30 friends between the ages of 2 and 60 at my party. And it was a great time! We played musical chairs and freeze dance, I gave a little speech, we ate cake and tamales, and it was all over by 7 pm. A perfect, simple, low-key birthday which is just what I wanted.

On New Years Eve Day, David and I headed back to the Lake, where we met Stefanie and Jason who came to visit from the states! They spent almost two weeks in Guatemala and it was incredibly fun and busy. It was probably the lamest (or most "relaxing") New Years Eve I'd ever spent, as I struggled to stay awake after 10:00 pm. When it finally struck midnight, I felt relieved about finally being able to go to sleep! The past week had been so nuts that by New Years Eve, I was exhausted. But I was happy just to spend it in the company of good friends and get up the next morning to start on our Guatemala adventure together. Some of the highlights of Stef and Jason's trip were waking up to see the sunrise over the lake, which was way less romantic than you'd think since we almost got eaten alive by chuchos (dogs). Then getting to take them to Chiantla, meet my friends, go for an epic run through the mountains, attend my English class and literacy class. It was really funny explaining their relationship to my Guatemalan friends, who are normally not used to having friends of the opposite sex and didn't quite understand how Stef and Jason could be "just friends".

Also, visiting Xocomil with them, Guatemala's AMAZING waterpark and hiking Volcano Santa Maria, one of Guatemala's highest and hardest hikes. I had a really difficult time, especially with the sudden changes in altitude, but once we reached the top it was breathtaking. There is a smaller volcano, Santiaguito, right below Santa Maria, and it is in constant eruption. To see one volcano smoking FROM another volcano above was an experience I'll never forget. We were so high in the air that I felt like I was in an airplane. The soreness in my legs for 5 days after the hike was a good reminder that it wasn't all just a dream.

Once David, Jason, and Stef all departed, I returned home and tried to remember what my normal life in Chiantla is like. There are some big changes coming up that I recently learned about; some good and some not-so-good. The good news: my proposal that I submitted to apply for USAID small project assistance funds was approved, meaning that I received $3,500 to build water tanks in one of my rural communities where the women have to walk two hours daily in dry season to haul water from a river. The project will benefit 36 families and the local primary school, so that the community can live with better health and hygiene, as well as invest their time in other productive things besides collecting water. The tanks are basically HUGE buckets that collect rainwater through a catchment system attached to the families' rooves. I am really excited to make this project one of my goals for my last 10 months and something that I know will significantly improve the lives of the people in this community.

Other news: my muni went on a firing rampage, which is really unfortunate, however one of the women in my office who had been making my life h--l was given the boot as well. And the OTHER woman who made my life h--l is being moved to a different office. Another woman I'm friendly with in the muni is being moved to OUR office to take their places!! So I am thrilled about that. Due to budget cuts, the muni is also consolidating the Children and Youth Office with our Womens Office. It is adding a lot to our already-overflowing plate, but it is a new challenge that will allow us to work in different areas.

Sad news is that Peace Corps told us that because of budget cuts through Congress, in addition to the fact that it's hard to find volunteers with special skills like the Municipal Development program requires, they are cutting our program. It is really heartbreaking for me, because as much as I've had challenges with difficult office personnel, unsupportive mayor and city council, etc. I really believe in our program and what it offers rural communities in terms of educating on human rights, citizen participation, and organizing groups at a community level. But, what's done is done, and since there will no longer be a Muni program in two years as we PCVs working in this area finish our service, the best we can do is keep up the work we're doing and go out with a bang...

To end on a happy note, my niece/nephew is due to be born ANY MINUTE! Stay tuned for news, and also for the next blog written by my guest contributors, Stefanie and Jason!

Volcan Santiaguito eruption, seen from above on Volcan Santa Maria

Stef, Jason, David, and I at the Zaculeu ruins in Huehue

On top of Volcan Santa Maria

My 26th birthday party

The night before my birthday, celebrating with the Steinbergs

With the Steinbergs in Antigua

Celebrating Christmas Eve

Learning to make tamales

Second Peace Corps Thanksgiving and Panama Vacation

I just returned from an amazing vacation in Panama, where I spent ten days visiting David and his family. It was my first time visiting the country, AND my first vacation out of Guatemala, so I was really itching to get away! Panama felt like a bunch of different places all combined into one. It felt like Chicago in the sense that it has a beautiful city scape and is located right on the coast, plus the nice people. It felt like DC for the international food - and the traffic. It felt like NY because everyone lives and speaks at a quicker pace, especially compared to the snail's pace of Guatemala. It felt like Florida for the vegetation and hot, humid weather. It felt like New Jersey because of the malls. But, all in all, it had a unique vibe that I really loved.

Some of the highlights:
- Eating sushi three times during my 10 day visit, plus amazing Italian food, dim sum, delicious seafood and fried fish on the beach, and ice cream EVERY SINGLE DAY
- The Panama City Half Marathon, which David and I ran on December 5th. It was definitely the hottest race I've ever done, but it was a great course and an awesome way to see the city by foot. They had PLENTY of water, which was necessary to keep us cool, and one of the coolest things was that around mile 11, they gave us sponges soaked in cold water! So I was able to take a mini sponge "bath" while running which felt amazing. His family also came to cheer us on, so it was nice to have their support which gave us an extra boost when we were getting tired.
- Drinking the tap water. Unlike Guatemala where 99% of the water is contaminated, the tap water in Panama is completely safe - and delicious. It felt so liberating to be able to brush my teeth, rinse my fruits and vegetables, etc. without ever worrying about getting sick.
- The warm weather! Although unfortunately it rained during almost my whole trip, it was warmmm. In Guatemala, when I get stuck in the rain, all I can think about is immediately getting to my cold house to change into dry clothes, and then still being cold, yet dry. Although Panama tends to crank up the air conditioning WAYY too high in stores, restaurants, etc. it was nice to not always be chilly.
- Visiting Chitré, which is a small city in the interior of the country (even though it is close to the coast, Panamanians refer to anywhere that isn't the metropolis of Panama City as the "interior") This town is really important because it is where David's family is from and where his grandmother and her nine siblings grew up. It was a four hour drive, on a nice, flat paved highway, where unlike Guatemala, I didn't have to hold on to the bar to avoid sliding off the seat during the bus's sharp turns around the mountains. We had a really nice, short trip there, where I met TONS of David's family, plus ate typical Panamanian food. It was one of the highlights of the highlights, because I got to see something different and meet so many people. I loved the "tranquilo" pace of life there.
- Having dinner with my former coworkers from Partners of the Americas and a bunch of the Latin American youth with whom I worked before joining the Peace Corps, who were coincidentally in Panama City at the same time for a big youth summit. It was so cool to see the kids that I worked with two years ago, plus my coworkers with whom I became very close. The youth were all psyched to see me and hear a bit about Guatemala, which was fun to share with them.
- Cooking "Pepian de Pollo", one of Guatemala's most traditional typical dishes, for David's family. Since there are no "typical" American dishes from the US, besides maybe grilled cheese sandwiches, I wanted to make something Guatemalan to share. It was my first time making it and actually turned out pretty delicious!
- Going to the 24 hour supermarket, where they had good ice cream, cheeses, snack foods like Goldfish and Smartfood White Cheddar Popcorn (never before seen in Guatemala!), and other things like quinoa and brown sugar that I can't find here. I felt like I was in Disneyland going into that place...
- Blending in. Here in Guatemala, I stand out like a sore thumb, no matter how I dress, speak, etc. And in Panama, the people look like the "colors of the rainbow", as David described. There are white Panamanians, black Panamanians, Asian Panamanians, and everything in between. It was so nice to walk around and not feel like people were staying at me, or even hardly noticing me at all! Along with this highlight was feeling safe. David and I took nice walks at nighttime, which felt incredibly liberating. Here in Guate and even in my town, I don't like walking around after dark. And when we were in Chitré, we took a nice stroll the first night there, and saw a young girl sitting alone in the park at 9:30 pm, using her LAPTOP. I could not believe my eyes.
- Meeting David's family. It was so special to meet people whose names I've heard so much that I felt like I already knew them. I got to stay at his grandmother's house, where she has lived for 50 years, and see adorable family pictures.

As much as I enjoyed my trip, I missed small things about Guate. Like greeting everyone on the street, which is something that in the beginning, I struggled to remember to do, but have become very accustomed to now. And the local market, where I go almost daily to buy my produce. I love being able to inspect every piece of fresh fruit or vegetable that I buy, tasting samples to ensure their quality, and making small talk with the vendors. But in Panama, I bought everything in the supermarket, and missed my small town mercado. Also, while my Spanish has significantly improved since arriving to Guatemala, certain words that I learned here don't make sense anywhere else besides Guatemala/Mexico. I described something as "chulo" (cute) and David was quickly like, that doesn't mean anything here. So it is hard to know, when speaking normally, what makes sense in general Spanish and what makes sense only in Guatemala.

Only a few days before I departed for Panama, I celebrate my second Thanksgiving in Guatemala. It is my favorite holiday and a big tradition in my family, so of course I was feeling a bit homesick, but it was one of the best Thanksgivings I've ever had, thanks to some Peace Corps volunteers in the department of San Marcos who organized a HUUUGE Thanksgiving dinner. I traveled six hours to reach their site, and the night before Thanksgiving, we had pizza, Chinese food, and ice cream cake to celebrate the birthday of another PCV, plus killed two turkeys (I did not do that part, but did watch squeamishly.) Normally I'd shy away from something like that, but I figured it'd be the only Thanksgiving I'll probably ever spend where I see the turkey get killed before consumed by 30 hungry people, and that it would make me appreciate more where my food was coming from. On Thanksgiving day, we prepared LOTS of food and dessert. My friends and I made 10 pounds of mashed potatoes before traveling, which was good because there was lots of work to be done the day of. Spending the day with my friend's Guatemalan host family and 15 other PCVs, some of whom have become such close friends, was really special, especially since we're all so far away from home. I couldn't help but tear up when we all went around the table discussing what we were thankful for, since I have so much to be thankful for this year. I will always remember fondly the two Thanksgivings I spent here in Guatemala!! Now, on to Christmas season :)


PCVs celebrating Thanksgiving in San Marcos


Preparing the food
Thank you Turkey, for providing food to lots of hungry people!
Getting into the Christmas spirit with David and his family, as they decorated the tree
Amazing seafood in Panama
Roughing it on my last day in Panama - Playa Bonita
Delicious fried fish
David and I, "reindeer" style
Running the Panama City half marathon

Less than a year to go

I’ve had a hard time getting up the “ánimo” lately to update my blog, mostly because I’ve been in a big funk lately and I know you folks back home don’t necessarily want to hear my complaining or state of mild depression. And, many PCVs will tell you that finishing your first year of service and entering year two will put you in the “second year slump”. This could not have been more the case for me over the past few weeks, but I am happy to report that I am coming out of it! In the past months, I’ve been busy with travel to Antigua for my group’s Mid-Service Conference, a trip to Todos Santos for their famous feria and horse-races, participating in a half-marathon in Xela, and basically just trying to figure out what to make of my second year. I’ve been dealing with some challenges lately, like my boyfriend finishing his service and leaving Guatemala (although there are some visits planned in the very near future), but even bigger than that, losing someone who I thought was a good friend over some dishonesty about money, and more than anything, making the decision to leave the office where I was assigned to work (the Municipal Women’s Office). Those of you who read the blog and especially communicate with me on a regular basis know that I’ve had some big problems with the two office technicians (técnicas)– although the coordinator of the office (my official counterpart) is AMAZING (wish I could multiply these capital letters by 100). They have treated me with such lack of respect and professionalism for the past year, and following a small incident four weeks ago that led me to cry out of feeling so incredibly p---ed off, I decided it was no longer a suitable arrangement for me to continue working there. So, from now on, I will go to the office only when there is a specific reason to do so – prepare for trainings and meetings, work related to the water project I’m still soliciting, and our weekly radio show. But aside from that, it will force me to make a more conscious effort to get out into communities more often and do work that I find more substantial and meaningful in the first place. I tend to take things really personally, so it was difficult for me to just suck it up to the fact that these two individuals are jealous and overall unhappy people, and that I was just an easy target for that. But for the time being, I’d rather be a bit bored at home than in an environment which is toxic to my mental health. I’ve found activities to keep me busy for the time being, and actually find I’ve done quite a bit this month; like training a bunch of women community leaders on gender equality, giving a human rights talk to one of our really removed communities, leading a workshop to male and female community leaders on how to prioritize community needs, and the activity that we did for Día Internacional de la No Violencia Contra la Mujer (International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women) for our network of women’s group leaders. And now, before I know it, it will be December and I’ll be off to a much-deserved vacation in Panama!

I feel like I’ve really reached out to my Guatemalan friends during this time, which has helped me immensely, and especially to remember that for every “bad seed” you encounter, there are a handful of good ones. I’ve enjoyed visiting local friends’ homes more often these days, and planning things like lunches and parties where we get together. A woman around the corner recently taught me to make “pepian”, which is a very typical Guatemalan dish that combines chiles, tomatoes, peppers, sesame and pumpkin seeds with cinnamon and cloves, ground into a yummy red sauce and slow-cooked with chicken. It is delicious and I think I enjoy it now even more after learning how to cook it and all the different steps involved. And, you all back in the states can count on me to make it for you during my next visit in February!

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to visit a really far away community, due to a clothing donation that was put together by a group of wealthier Huehue women. It was my first time getting out into communities for a long time, since all the muni funds have magically disappeared and there hasn’t been money for diesel for the muni vehicles. So these women were nice enough to pay to put gas in the cars, and to invite my counterpart and I along. After we gave a nice talk to the women’s group, the Huehue ladies starting giving out clothing and supplies to the women and children who were present, probably about 150 people. Then, they gave out empty bottles, like gallon bottles of bleach, milk jugs, soda liters, even just smaller sized soda and Gatorade bottles. And the people were all over them!! This is because the women have to walk to the river to collect their water, and these empty receptacles are so useful to them. After having been here in Guatemala for a bit, I have definitely learned to make use of things that one might consider “trash” but this took it to the whole next level. It was really cool to see the garbage being used for something so necessary; collecting water.

And a funny story that recently happened: Many times, on the public buses, people will stand up in the front and talk to the bus in a very loud, annoying voice about something that they’re trying to sell. These people sell “medicines” or special herbal treatments or teas. They always go off on a big loud rant, saying how these remedies will cure all sorts of ailments. Often times, they’ll go into explicit details or show some really gross pictures. I usually roll my eyes at them and try to zone out their yelling as best as I can, but somehow most of the Guatemalans on the bus are actually interested in what they have to say, and people even buy the stuff sometimes! Well, on a recent bus ride between Chiantla and Huehue, a guy was in front selling a “tea” that would help with digestion and overall health. I zoned him out for the most part, until he started talking about constipation, and how we become constipated when we have a bad diet, etc. THEN, he started making constipated noises, and clenching his teeth, closing his eyes, as if he was trying to take a dump right there on a bus. He said something about how “the poop gets stuck when blah blah blah” and I just sat there in disbelief, wondering if I was just imagining the whole thing. It’s moments like that when I am like, “seriously is this my life right now?!”. It may not be those type of moments that make my Peace Corps service “meaningful”, but at least it keeps it from being boring!!

My PCV friend and I recently participated in the Xela half-marathon. Xela (pronounced "shay-la") is Guatemala's second largest city. This was the best organized Guatemalan half-marathon I've done so far, of the four that I've participated in.
My English class students at a birthday dinner we had last week for one of them, where we ate lots of food and played a hilarious prank on the birthday boy :)
A march we did in town for Día de No Violencia
The horse races at the Todos Santos feria

Todos Santos spectators
The PCV Halloween party that we had in Todos Santos. I was a piñata and threw candy at people all night!

When it rains, it pours

Unfortunately, things here in Chiantla have been rather difficult and depressing lately. One day about a week and a half, as I was taking my sweet time getting ready in the morning, I get a call from my counterpart telling me to come to the muni immediately, and to bring my rubber boots because we had to “rescue some little girls from a river”. Having absolutely no idea what she was talking about, I grabbed my polka-dot rain boots and ran out the door. Turns out, with the tremendous rains that we had a few weeks ago, one of our communities called Paquix, located 45 minutes away in the summit of the mountains, was becoming completely flooded. Upon learning more about the situation, many families had to evacuate their homes and were currently waiting out the storm in “safe spaces”.

We were still down in Chianta, warm and dry, while my coworkers were making huge efforts to get us up to the community and provide these people with some help. Unfortunately, the authorities that run my municipality said we that they were unable to provide us with the muni vehicle for lack of funds. Long story short, it took two hours of fighting and phone calls before we finally made it up the mountain to this community. When we got there, the water that was collecting up there was unimaginable, and people were crammed into dry buildings to avoid the flooding. Some of these refuges were rather unsafe, as the 35+ families crowding in them were without food, water, and dry clothing since the night before. of these spaces was an unfinished schoolhouse, which had walls that reached only to shoulder height and no windows or doors. I should also mention that on the summit of the mountains, where the majority of Chiantla’s population lives, it is COLD. Even on a normal, sunny day that I visit communities up there, I wear a down jacket and long johns. So these families were literally sheltering themselves in a room where the wind was completely blowing through. Even when we finally reached the community, the chaos continued, with frantic phone calls going back and forth between Chiantla’s health center, the mayor, the national disaster agency. I felt so helpless watching this chaos occur, and so frustrated that I felt there was nothing I could do about it. Eventually, some food and help made it up to the community, after more than 12 hours since the families first evacuated. By 6 pm that same day, we were back in Chiantla and I was able to go home and rest. It was truly the most difficult day I’ve had here, not only to see the people suffering and some having lost their homes, but seeing the inept and dysfunctional system that prevents things from happening when people are in moments of true need.

However, there is a positive note to all this. During the day while we were up in the community, the local radio was blasting news about everything that was happening, and members of the community sprung to action. When I returned to the muni building later that same day, there was a mountain of trashbags filled with food and clothing donations for the victims of the flooding. When people down in Chiantla’s town center heard the radio news, they literally ran to the muni to drop off supplies. I found this act of community support to be so uplifting, that people will help their neighbors in times of need, even if those “neighbors” live 45 minutes away on top of a mountain. Plus, my two sitemates who live in that same community were evacuated to my house, even though luckily their homes were fine. So, it was nice to have two gringos that I could vent to, while having a beer and eating a wholesome dinner of chocolate bars.

And you know the expression, “when it rains, it pours”? Well, that day really epitomizes it. Because on the same day of the flood emergency, the muni employees went on strike. Basically, there is a lot of discontent with the municipal authorities and misuse of muni funds (without getting into the sticky details, my muni is in debt by 3 million quetzals….that’s $415 thousand dollars. You can imagine what I’m alluding to here). The muni employees went on strike for an entire week, until one of the city councilmen agreed to open a dialogue. So since then, they have been in dialogue and the muni employees are back to work for the time being. I think I actually remained surprising calm during all this mess, probably because I realize I have no other choice. But besides the interpersonal issues that I’ve had with the women in my office, it makes me realize that I need to find other ways to work besides only in the muni. While I do have my literacy class on the side, I know that I need to be able to focus on other areas to make a sustainable impact because things in the municipality are too volatile sometimes and I can’t depend on that type of environment to accomplish my goals. Luckily, there are institutions and NGOs that work in Chiantla, and one of them happens to be run by a friend of mine. So, this past week, I gave my first cooking classes to two different groups of women through the NGO’s community centers. And it was so much fun! With both groups, I taught them how to make Banana and Incaparina pancakes; they had never eaten pancakes before and loved it. Incaparina is this government-produced corn powder that is super enriched with vitamins and minerals for malnourished children and is commonly used to make hot corn drinks, called Atol, which are very popular here, but it can also be used in substitution for flour. I think that by teaching cooking classes to these women will be a great way to earn their trust and then support and train them in other areas.

It is funny how life in the Peace Corps can take you in so many different directions sometimes. If you had asked me prior to August 2009 whether I’d want to teach English and cooking classes when I arrived to Guatemala, I probably would have answered with a big NO. But now, these are two of my favorite things. I have learned that I need to be open-minded to different situations, because they can result in really positive outcomes. And hey, the activities that actually fit my “job description” as a Municipal Development program volunteer aren’t always easily accomplished, especially when the institution for which I work is suddenly hundreds of thousands of quetzales in debt, so finding alternatives is kinda necessary sometimes.

Back to the subject of cooking, it is something that I have grown to appreciate and love while here in Guatemala. As a Peace Corps Volunteer, I have a LOT of time on my hands to experiment making new foods. I have learned to make some yummy dishes, like Guate-style Pad Thai, chocolate cake from scratch, yogurt from scratch, and gnocchi from scratch! The gnocchi was inspired by a trip to Antigua, where one can find mostly any desired food item for a highly elevated, beyond Peace Corps-budget price. So I found freeze-packed gnocchi one time, and then cooked a yummy dinner for friends. I suddenly felt inspired to look up a gnocchi recipe online, and seeing that it only involved water, potatoes, flour, and salt, I thought, how hard can it be? So I attempted making it from scratch and it turned out delicious. Plus, I churned out enough gnocchi for at least 6 meals, for the total price of 6 quetzales, as compared to the small package that I’d bought in Antigua for 40 quetzales.

Another new initiative that has been exciting lately is applying for a small grant through USAID to do a project in one of our communities. This particular community is rather small (200 habitants) and has an awesome women’s group. They also happen to live on the summit of the mountains, where water is extremely scarce in dry season. During half the year, they have community faucets where they go to fill up large jugs of water to bring back to their homes. But in dry season, these faucets no longer have water and the women have to walk two hours every day to collect water and bring it home. So we are soliciting a water tank project and I am keeping my fingers tightly crossed that it comes through!! We are in the final stages of submitting the mountain of paperwork but I am hopeful that it will be successful…I’ll update the blog with (hopefully) good news in the next few weeks!

The Municipal Development Program cycle is now at the point where there are new trainees who are soon to become volunteers, my group is now at the mid-year mark in our service (or will be at least on October 29th), and the year before me is finishing their service and leaving. It is weird to see the faces of the new trainees and think that that was us, just one year ago. And to see that the group the year before me is now heading back to the US. It makes me realize that time really will fly by, despite the occasional/not-so-occasional long or bad days, and that I need to take advantage of my second year to really accomplish my goals (and take some MUCH needed vacation).

On another positive note, I am looking forward to the upcoming visit by my Aunt Patti, Uncle Kenny, and two cousins Michelle and Jeff; and then by my friend Stefanie just a few days later!! I cannot wait to share Guatemala with them and enjoy some fun travel and vacation as well. And finally, I am happy to say that while rainy season certainly went out with a bang this year, it has not rained since the flooding a week and a half ago. So dry season (or “summer”, as Guatemalans call it) is officially here and I am so happy to retire the raincoat and umbrella until next year.