On Sunday, November 27, I slept in. I slept in late. I slept til 1:30pm don’t tell nobody. When I wake up on the weekend, my host brother sees my drowsy figure appear and asks[…]
Category: Changes
Week Seven: Thank Heaven You’re Done.
Week Seven was a pile of dung. Not really. It was like a roller coaster and I came close to high-fiving Heaven’s gates and dragging my shoes through piles of poo every on a 4-hour rotation.[…]
Pulgas | 75 Palabras in Guatemala
Pulgas are fleas. End of week 2 and fleas were in my bed, on my skin, in my life. It’s week 7 of training and they are… still in bed, on skin, in life. I[…]
Los Chuchos | 75 Palabras in Guatemala
Chuchos are street dogs. This was one of the first things they warned us about on our arrival on September 28. Don’t drink the water! Don’t eat street food! Keep a “wide berth” around the chuchos.[…]
Un Ratito | 75 Palabras in Guatemala
My first day in the Ciudad, Guaté, I was picked up by a private driver to go to a medical appointment. After the appointment (about an hour long), I speed-walked to a local restaurant to[…]
Weak Sicks Week Six
Nothing came out how I thought it would. At the moment, I feel fine. Not too stressed or overwhelmed, but I am aware that the events of this week were all at stormy sea. Week[…]
Week Five: A Clearing
It takes five weeks for an embryo to look like this: Yep, that’s right, a weird ass octopus the size of a sesame seed. At five weeks “You may notice some pregnancy-related discomforts already. Many[…]
Canche | 75 Palabras in Guatemala
Canche means “blonde” but it has expanded its scope to simply mean “white folk.” And don’t confuse canche with cancha, because cancha is “soccer field.” Even though I’m not blonde, I’m a lot closer to a canche[…]
La Chiflada | 75 Palabras in Guatemala
Amanda is my first CBT friend. CBT is culture-based training, it just means the 9 weeks we live in a community and learn Guatemala. They have acronyms for everything because government. I am very lucky because[…]
Week Three Came in like a Wrecking Ball
Two weeks in and come Tuesday of the third week, I was NOT feeling it. Not feeling training, not feeling the other volunteers, the staff, the classes, the tone, the schedule, the emphasis, nada. NOT[…]