milagro que funcionó el trlog.

i have been trying to blog on my trlog for the last little while, to no avail.stephanie and i are sitting here writing.dear me, i have so much to say, and i don't know where to begin.

let me first say that i danced the merengue with my little brother, amilcar, this afternoon. i danced cumbia with my little doll, aracely. and giovanni danced gangster reggaeton, and i took a picture of him.

my fellow researchers and i watched the sunrise over san pablo and lake atitlan at the mirador in my family's cornfield. i saw a blue and gold millepede.

i wake up to james blunt, coldplay, and reggaeton in the morning. si alguna vez, sentiste algo lindo por mí, perdoname, perdoname.

i went to a town meeting this morning, and a women's cooperative yesterday. the women are beautiful and friendly and fierce about their families.

i mixed a bucket of hot water with a bucket of cold water to shower this morning. i am clean and happy. thank goodness for 2 in 1 head and shoulders.

my family is full of life like my home family. family family family. like feist says, it's cool it's cool to love your family.

i feel so much more secure about my project today. i feel happy, almost to a weird degree. i will be able to visit mothers to be this month, and nicolasa says that babies will be born at the end of this month, and the beginning of the next. sally, do you read my blog? i want to tell you all about this . . .

not much to say, too much to say.

i love my family here. i am overwhelmed and overwhelmingly happy.

ya voy para la comunidad

so, this will be the last time that i write from guatemala as a bum. i am mourning that part of my life, the ease, oh. but now it is time to move on to the bigger a better things. i am getting so worked up excited about it that i better just calm down.

let me just tell what happened last night. or not. you can ask me about it later. lets just say that i was alone, on a doorstep, with a very lonely old man. thank goodness i bought two waters, so i could get away with the excuse that amy needed that water.

in other news, there is no other news. i will meet my future family today, we will go to church in nahuala or chirijol tomorrow, and i will be working like an anthropological dog.

let me just mention this: i finished silent spring. although the book was written quite some time ago, it was highly relevant to me as we sailed over the rio dulce and i watched the flocks of birds, as i kicked ticks off of my chaco'd feet, and saw fields and fields of guatemalan and honduran agriculture. the book opened alot of questions to me, and i'm afraid that dad will have to update me on the situation at modern time.

now i am starting on On Human Nature by EO Wilson, but i might read sally's suggestion of puddinhead wilson first.

fotitos!!

slowly but surely i am putting up pictures. i think the bulk of them will be on facebook. sorry father.

this is the murderous bat of copan! it was like the mascot of the city, as it were. why be anything else when you can be a murcielago asesino?

loading the pictures is really tedious.

beware the murderous bat of copan!

here in a cafe

listening to cheesy jazz, drinking fresh sqeezed orange juice, trying to organize my digital life. ba. como dicen los hondurenyos.

saved my life on the road

i can´t live if livin is without you

so, the last few days have been full of bus rides, taxi rides, mini bus rides, and the madness won´t stop til we´re in our communities. when we left copan, i had a mini heart attack. i had to get mini bypass surgery and i´m only 23.

we bought a ticket to go to guate city for only $10US on minibus. we got 12 km out of copan, where you have to cross back into guate, and i realized that like the supreme rabbitest person in the world, i left my special wallet purse hidden safely under the mattress at the hostel we had been staying at. i was a case, but shed not a tear. when i told the driver i had forgotten it, he told me to hide in the back of the van. this would have elicited a chuckle in a different time-space continuum, and now it does, but at the time, i was just like, not a chance, sir. he talked to the other driver, and with the honduran friendliness, he drove me back the mountainous way and i ran to get the purse, and we drove back. everyone else was done checking out of honduras and into guate, so it was just a minute till we were on the minivan, humming along. i was still a case though.

what saved me were those cool sweet eighties, you know, like phil collins, michael bolton, richard marx, etc. so now i come to you with open arms hoping you´ll say believe what i say . . . so i dont know the words well. but the koren guy knew all the words.

after getting lost in the taxi in guate city, we made it to dos lunas, picked up our crap, left the next day for xela, aka quetzaltenango. the whole bus ride, i felt like crizzle, but i kept telling myself i wasnt sick, and i chewed on life saving orbitz gum. we got stopped like 5 times for construction, i thought i was going to die. amy said i slept through the part where all the men had to leave the bus. that´s ok with me.

so we are here in xela now and we will be leaving on saturday morning to get closer to our community. i am so excited. as i was near puking on the bus, i saw a woman with a baby nestled on her back with a colorful shawl, and i got so excited. if we just had an adventure, the next three months are going to be an uber adventure.

kinkotik. ba.