December 17, 2016: K’oliw! (kuh-olee-ew) is K’iche’ for “Is anybody here?” I say this as I walk into the kitchen. I took my second Mayan language class (Cuerpo de Paz pays for 20 hours) and[…]
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Piropos | 75 Palabras in Guatemala
I went to Guatemala City for a doctor’s appointment. As I waited for my ride, a gentleman named Hector introduced himself to me. He was the guard in the building I just left. He asked[…]
HOW I FEEL in Guatemala: Gringo-Lumped
This episode in feelings: Surrounded by Tourists and Being Lumped In With Them I’m sure every volunteer has this experience and today, I had mine. I’ve only been in Antigua for early morning transfers to[…]
Machista | 75 Palabras in Guatemala
La cultura machista has come up several times, with my host mom and my first Profe Eduardo. Our Training Director doesn’t ever use that term, she only says that there are defined gender roles and[…]
¡Ánimo! | 75 Palabras in Guatemala
Amanda and I went running for the first time together on my second week here. It was like two gringas were released from captivity and everyone was watching us run to freedom. I felt like[…]
HOW I FEEL (in Guatemala) | Tragedy in Threes & Ceremonies in Three Hours
One time, not too long ago and not long enough, I came home from work and a realization unhatched with great gusto: Carlton, my cat, had fleas. I’d been noticing him itch more than usual but it[…]
Oops and Ouch | History Lesson Gone Sideways
I’m an American woman, a Gen Y-er, a reflective feminist and an Independent. I am in a new country on a different continent. Why are the deeply rooted issues of my own culture intensified now that[…]
HOW I FEEL (in Guatemala) | It’s All Catching Up With Me Now
The last two days have been uglyfeelstown, USA. I’ve had a feeling of indigestion in my gut that doesn’t go away, but the kind of sensation that churns inside my emotions instead of my esophagus. The feeling is equal parts[…]
The First Cry (It was gonna happen sometime)
It’s my first night with my host family. I am settling in to my first night here and I saw something that made me think of Nana. Well, a lot of things make me think[…]
Returning to Atlanta: First 48 Hours
This time, Going to Atlanta is Like Eating Change Breakfast. Have you ever eaten Change Breakfast? It’s When You Go to a Restaurant Because You Have to Eat And You Order Food Because That’s What You Do[…]