Be sure to read 1 and 2 first! DAY SEVEN: Panajachel is the biggest tourist hub on Lake Atitlán. Lake Atitlán is a popular Guatemalan destination, it’s stunningly beautiful, and it’s got “lake towns” scattered[…]
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De Tal Palo, De Tal Astilla 1 | My Parents’ Visit
Del tal palo, de tal astilla: of such a stick, of such a splinter (kinda like: the apple doesn’t fall from the tree). This post is about my parents’ visit to Guatemala, which I’ll split[…]
The Big Cry, Part Two
Continued from The Big Cry (Part One) Clara saw my tears, grabbed my bags and helped me up the concrete steps, my host mom following behind. I immediately went for the medical kit and took[…]
The Big Cry, Part One
In January of 2016, I looked at one button on my computer screen. It was an “Accept Peace Corps Service in Guatemala, September 2016-December 2018” button. I had to click the button then press “Submit.”[…]
A Very Unusual February (in Peace Corps)
It turns out that 31 is not too old to experience something new and unexpected for the first time. If you’re starting to feel moldy from routine, Peace Corps is for you. But I’m referring[…]
Sabeeeeer | 75 Palabras in Guatemala
After the scene calmed down, my host mom and host sister were still in story mode. I fell and twisted my ankle, actually that’s backwards. I stepped on a stone in a way that just[…]
La Muerta | 75 Palabras in Guatemala
This is a long post about death and funerals in a pueblo. I found the whole experience beautiful, sad and important. I have a lot to learn from this culture about helping, company and coming[…]
A Year of Being Foreign: My One-Year Anniversary in Guatemala!
Here are my: (fairly) Unfiltered Thoughts on Volunteering, Privilege, and the Impact of (Elected) Foreignness in the course of Peace Corps Service Year One. I made it! One Year In Guatemala. What could be lovelier?[…]
El Reposo (or.. when I fell) | 75 Palabras in Guatemala
I’m experiencing this ankle sprain on every level: the writer in me is taking copious mental notes, the foreigner is overwhelmed at how rattled they are by a sprained ankle and the human is simply[…]
El Tobillo (or.. when I fell) | 75 Palabras in Guatemala
Before that day, that fateful afternoon, I could say wrist, liver, distinguished, decade, hallucinogen, family planning and chemotherapy in Spanish, but not ankle. So when I called my host sister and said “Yo necesito ayudo[…]