Questions/Doubts/Complaints At the end of each session, without fail, we are asked “Preguntas? Dudas? Quejas?” And without fail, there are preguntas. Sometimes dudas. Often quejas disguised as preguntas or simply statements in the form of[…]
Week 3 of training, I ate 5 tortillas during one lunch because I loved them so much and came home and broke the key to the house. Out of all the things I’ve managed to[…]
So here’s the thing, week 8 was so much better than the other weeks. You wanna know why? It was week 8. One week from the end. On Thursday of week 7, Thanksgiving, we got[…]
If you live in America Central, you might use camionetas to get around. At 3 quetzales for a short ride, 3 quetzales equaling less than 50 cents, you can take the bus for 20 minutes at this price. To[…]
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[…]
Profe (Pro-fay) is the name for a male teacher in Guatemala. His Peace Corps title is LCF- Language and Cultural Facilitator. But I am not about to call that man LCF. He is my Profe.[…]
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[…]
Paciencia. I need paciencia with the pace of culture, paciencia with learning Spanish, paciencia with my life direction, with jogging slowly instead of sprinting. So much patience required here. The pace here is hardly comparable[…]
My host mom and I stood at the entrance to her house, waiting. She had a beautifully wrapped present in hand. I had enough Spanish to get me through the drive thru at Taco Bell.[…]
September 28, 2016: All 28 of us hazily departed the plane. We eventually approached volunteers with a sign: Bienvenidos a Guatemala. In my bedroom, Bienvenida hangs above my mosquitero. For a quick language lesson: because[…]
