Be warned: it's been a month since my last post, so this entry will be a doozie.
In a brief, chronological summary, I spent the first full week of July teaching in Llano, taking Spanish and yoga classes, and enjoying a weekend excursion to a crazy yellow church in San Andres Xecul. Quickly thereafter, my normal routine evaporated as four friends came to visit us from the States and we embarked on a two week, two country whirlwind of a tour with a revolving cast of characters.
I'll start with my health education pictures. These niños just finished participating in our parasite activity, and they're demonstrating that their hands previously had flour on them, representing parasites/amoebas/worms/bacteria/microbes, and that they touched all their friends and most of the classroom, thereby contaminating everyone around. It's fun to be a fly and transmit diseases!
The parasite participants are first graders. The activity below is for second graders and covers 15 Rights of the Child, which can be a bit of a heavy theme to teach. Thankfully, there's a game involved. This student is consulting with Lee to choose his favorite 'derecho' and then will act it out in a manner clear enough that his teammates can guess which right it is, and thus garner themselves a point. The niños were more or less attentive.
Outside of presenting lessons in the Llano school, Scott and I stayed close to home in anticipation of our friends' arrival. The weekend before they all descended upon Guatemala, Scott and I took a bus about 30 minutes away from Xela to the town of San Andres Xecul. There's not much to the pueblo except a gaudily painted church, but the landmark is well known enough that it appears in murals across the country at Pollo Campero, the favorite national fried chicken chain.
I really liked the yellow facade, and there are all kinds of saints and angels dancing across the church's front as well. Also, note the beach ball shaped and colored dome painted in the background. Perhaps understandably, the rest of the church is painted white.
The real adventures began July 13th, when my best friend arrived from California by way of NYC and Miami. Three Rice amigos arrived that Thursday, and Scott and I set off on our 13-day adventure in style.
Our first stop was San Pedro on Lake Atitlan. We arrived Friday afternoon with only minor hitches (Caroline lost her luggage on a chicken bus earlier that day), and everyone survived their first encounters with the Guatemalan transportation system. We spent two nights in San Pedro, relaxing in hammocks, eating tasty food, overlooking the lake, and generally having a good time. Here are Ben, Caroline, Taylor, Jen, and Scott in front of a mural in the labyrinth of restaurants and cafes between the town's two docks:
We got up Sunday morning to visit Santiago Atitlan for its crafts market, and most of our friends were able to find some pretty souvenirs. By this point we had met up with Joe and Raul, my two former homestay brothers from Xela, and with our ranks swollen to 8, it was MUCH easier to catch a boat across the lake. We (everyone from Santiago minus Raul) pulled out of San Pedro for Antigua around 2 Sunday afternoon.
Antigua is one of my favorite cities, and since Scott and I were the only ones in our group who had been before, it was really fun to share it with our friends. Here's a group photo looking toward Volcan Agua (hidden behind the clouds the entire trip, sadly) through the Arco de Santa Catalina:
Look at Caroline in her huipil in the middle! Joe also bought some traditional clothing, but he's not wearing his shorts.
It was a bit drizzly both of our days in Antigua, but we had a delicious traditional Guatemalan dinner Sunday night, saw some live music later on, and were able to get up for a multiple-museum tour through a former Dominican monastery now converted into a 5 star hotel/series of museums. Here I am with Ben and Taylor in Cafe Sky overlooking Antigua on our second day:
Not too shabby of a view for a cocktail bar! We dined at a steakhouse Monday evening for our Rice friends' last night in Guatemala, and it was outrageously tasty. I hadn't had a filet since February and I'm not sure I've ever savored a steak so much. On Tuesday, Ben, Jen, and Taylor's flight wasn't until mid-afternoon, so we had time that morning to swing by the artisan market and visit the tomb of San Hermano Pedro, Guatemala's first saint, in the ruins of San Francisco monastery. Again, since we were a group of seven, we had no problem booking a private shuttle to Guatemala City that could take our departing friends to the airport, and Joe, Caroline, Scott, and I to the Fuentes del Norte bus station. It was such a treat to have the Rice gang visit, and I'm so thankful that Guatemala is close enough to justify long-weekend getaways from both my mother and my closest amigos.
Once arriving in Guatemala City and making it to the appropriate bus station, we met up with our friend Stacy and boarded the 12:30 bus for Rio Dulce, a 5-to-6 hour voyage towards the Atlantic coast. Stacy won the trooper traveler award that day since she had left Xela that morning at 6 and we didn't get into Rio Dulce until almost 7. The sun was setting as we pulled into the town, and it turns out we arrived just in time to see a thunderstorm roll in. While it would have been beautiful to watch a thunderstorm over a river that feeds into the Caribbean, our hostel was located downriver and is only reachable by boat, so we didn't need much hustling to hop into a lancha and speed down the river. It was an exhilarating ride in the dark, the only light coming from a flashlight the ayudante was shining from the boat's hull and the occasional bolt of lightning illuminating the sky. Perhaps not the safest mode of transport, but we did get to the hostel about five seconds before the deluge. Fortunately, our hostel was definitely worth the efforts we took to arrive. Treehouses in the swamp!
We collectively decided to relax the following morning. Here I am, in full vacation mode:
We booked a boat trip to Livingston, Guatemala's one Caribbean town, that afternoon, and our ferry took us by a castle!
The castle of San Felipe was built by the Spanish to protect against British pirates (Scott would say privateers) who would sail in to Guatemala to harass and plunder the Spanish colony. Ironically, the British ended up seizing the castle and looting even more of New Spain even more effectively. Our trip to Livingston also took us through a sea of lily pads:
I really liked Livingston. Most of the guidebooks list the town only perfunctorily and as a port from which to access Belize, but I enjoyed Livingston's vibe. The town is predominantly Garifuna, a culture descended from forcibly resettled slaves from St. Vincent's who spread across the Caribbean coasts of Guatemala, Belize, Honduras, and Nicaragua. They speak a language derived from Nigerian languages, Spanish, English, and French, and their music is percussion heavy and great to dance to. Scott made friends with four or five locals and became somewhat of a celebrity during our two days in town. We couldn't walk to the ATM without hearing "Escott! My man!", even from Livingston residents Scott had never met before. I took this picture because it illustrates how the mixture of languages and cultures so concisely:
Here are Scott and I on the Caribbean coast, getting ready for Jamaica:
We decided to take another day in Livingston so we could climb the Siete Altares waterfall and visit one of Guatemala's only white-sand beaches. Here's Scott at the top of the waterfall:
It was pretty relaxing, as you can see by Caroline, Scott, and Stacy's sprawling forms.
The next morning, we took a 7 am ferry to Punta Gorda, Belize. It was rather shocking to hear locals speaking English, actually, but we adapted quickly. We had breakfast in P.G. and discovered fry jacks, quadrangles of fried dough similar to beignets and sopapillas that Belizeans use to sop up food like Guatemalans use tortillas. Additionally, Belizeans drink dark beer! Here are Joe, Stacy, and Scott showing off their Belikin stouts. Culinary points for the day: Belize 2, Guatemala 0.
We spent our first night in Belize in Placencia, a quiet town about halfway up the Belize coastline and a two-hour bus ride from P.G. We took the Hokey Pokey Water Taxi (best company name ever) to reach Placencia from the highway, and we saw an iguana swimming in the mangrove swamp. It was one of the trip highlights for me. The following day, we took a miserably stuffy bus ride from Placencia to Belize City, stopping in Dangriga, a Belizean Garifuna town, and Belmopan, the least-developed capital city I have ever seen, before finally arriving in Belize's biggest city. We took a quick cab to the ferry terminal and soon after arrived in Caye Caulker, one of Belize's barrier islands situated on the reef. I wasn't surprised to see a Texan flag greeting us.
Caye Caulker was delightful, and we stretched our stay an extra day in part because of sunsets like this one:
Scott, Caroline, and I went snorkeling in the barrier reef on Sunday. It was a fantastic experience, even if I found it to be a bit frightening at times. Our guide repeatedly heckled a moray eel so that the eel would slither up to defend his territory and then wriggle back into its hideout - I didn't like that. Also, we stopped in 'Sting Ray Alley' where the manta rays and nurse sharks are so accustomed to people that they bump into snorkelers' legs looking for food - I didn't like that, either, and Scott held me safely above shark/ray height for the duration of our stop. Exploring brightly colored coral formations and rainbow fishes was much more my speed. Here's Caroline modeling the oh-so-glamorous snorkel mask:
Belize was amazing if expensive by Guatemalan standards. The example that I've been using is that a plate of lobster tails, mashed potatoes, and garlic bread, including unlimited rum punch and chocolate cake for dessert, cost $12.50 US to eat on a moonlit beach. A bargain at any price, really, but in comparison, Scott and I rarely spend more than $15 US on a week's worth of groceries in Xela. While we were reluctant to end our four days in Belize, we were very happy to get back on the quetzal currency, especially since we were en route to Tikal, the mother of all Mayan ruins.
We spent Monday traveling and spending money - it costs $18 US to leave Belize, and the Guatemalan border agents routinely charge travelers an unofficial (read: illegal) fee to re-enter the country. I sassed the border agent into stamping our passports free of charge and felt proud for asserting myself. Katy Miller: stamping out corruption one gringo tax at a time. We arrived in Flores that evening and promptly booked our shuttle to Tikal the next morning.
Our 6 am shuttle got us to the park around 7, and we had a hearty breakfast of beans, eggs, and tortillas before venturing into Tikal for the whole morning. Though I had visited the ruins last summer, I couldn't help but be awestruck by the sheer immensity of the structures. Here are Scott and I in front of Temple One, the first structure visitors see as they approach the main plaza:
Here I am also looking at Temple 1, but from the top of Lady 12 Macaw's (also a great name) tomb across the plaza:
Also, in contrast to the neatly landscaped Copan Ruinas in Honduras, Tikal is still very much in the jungle. Most of the trials have canopy cover, and we saw all kinds of toucans and spider monkeys. This is a glimpse of Temple 4 through the jungle:
The weather cooperated almost perfectly for our visit. The sun stayed behind the clouds for most of the morning, and it didn't start to rain until almost 1:30 when we were heading out anyway. The rain did bring a herd of pizotes out to forage for food, which was more amusing than anything else. Look at their tails wave as they run away from the tourist paparazzi!
Seeing the gang of pizotes was a memorable way to leave Tikal and wrap up our vacation. We returned to our hotel in Flores, took some much needed showers, and explored the island (the town is in the middle of Lake Peten Itza) until our overnight bus to Guatemala City pulled out at 9. Arriving in the capital around 6:30, we changed buses and headed back to Xela after almost two weeks on the road, exhausted but satisfied.
Resettled in Xela for the last couple weeks in Guatemala, our next few days will be spent tying up loose ends at the clinic and finishing as many health education lessons as we can, making sure we see all of our Xela friends at least once before flying out, and getting excited for our return to the US. I'll see if I can't get one more blog post in before leaving Xela.
Also, for those of you still reading this mammoth entry, I have an online article slated to appear on the Houston Chronicle's website this week. Here's the link if you're interested:
http://blogs.chron.com/rice360/
Gracias y nos vemos!
Besos desde Xela,
Katy