Monday, October 29, 2007

The Beach "Playa Tilapa"

Hey, never knew what "mangroves" was until now. Check out the cool way the trees, roots, and shrubs grow.


Went to beach this weekend. The first photo is the entrance to our hotel. We had to take a small boat to get to there. It was a long trip (about 5 hours) on two very crowded buses. A school bus with at least 3 people to a seat bumping bachata and reggaeton music. It made it very hard for me to study. Not sure why, but we were the only ones on the entire beach. It was freaking hot!!! And the waves were so strong we could barley swim without the threat of drowning. One room with two double beds 75Q or 10 dollars for the night, one pineapple smoothie in a plastic bag for 5Q or about 70 cents, a boat tour of the beautiful mangroove 30Q or $4 per person, one fish dinner and 3 beers 50Q....not catching a parisite or having diarrea...priceless.

Viva la Mujer


This picture is hanging in a union office here in Xela. Though it was pretty cool.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Las Fuentes Georginas

Sunday, October 21, I went to these natural hot springs called Las Fuentes Georginas. It was like being in a gigantic jaccuzi but without the bubbles. Ok, so maybe not so much like a jaccuzi but a huge hot bath in the middle of the forest... very relaxing and steemy. Spanish is still coming along slowly. I am able to say things like "kidnapped, tortured, army, vicious cycle, illiteracy, and justice" but can´t say everyday things like "Have you seen that movie that came out last week, I would like to go with my friends?"My friend this week caught a parisite and had to go to the doctor to have her stool sampled. Not so much fun for her! I had a small infection in my eye and had to wear my glasses all week. I´m amazed at how i don´t miss home and how i´m not tired of eating eggs, beans, and bread everynight. I don´t eat for pleasure as much as I used to. The school and teachers here are awesome! I look forward to meeting a new teacher everyweek. They are activists, feminist, artisits, they are former nurses, psycologists, guerillas, survivors of the war. My little host sister this week was watching the Disney movie "High School Musical" dubed in Spanish. Teaching english to middle school kids has been a lot of fun. For our last class, we played games the whole time, pictionary, musical chairs, and red light green light. This Wednesday is graduation for the kids so i will not be teaching anymore. Kids are the same all across the world. In my class of 8 students, I had "the comedian" who had something to say about everything and would get bored with the simplicity of learning "Hi, my name is Daniel", I had the "I´m so smart, i know every answer, i will correct the teacher and sit in the front row everyday, be cute and wear an adorable sweater" kid. The kid that would always show up late, the kid that always wanted to be picked first, The kid that needed help everytime you called on them and you hoped they would answer correctly without another students blurting out the answer or trying to whisper in their ear. The kid that didn´t like to be called on but secretly did because kids can like being the center of attention sometimes. i´ll remember their energy, smiles, and how they never could really say the words "girl, forest, or favorite."

El Veinte De Octubre 1944


Saturday October 20, I participated in a march/demonstration to celebrate the Revolution of October 20, 1944. "Dia de la Revolucion." This day has several meanings, but in particular to remember the tens years of social reform, democracy, and hope during the years of 1944-1954. In October 1944 the people organized to overthrow the facist dictator Jorge Obico. Ubico allowed massive foreign investment, particularly enabling the United Fruit Company (which has now dissolved into Chiquita, Dole and Del Monte). He also allowed foreign ownership of the largest electric company and railroads. The two new presidents were dedicated to agarian reform or the redistribution of land to the people because about 70% of the land was owned by 2.2% of the richest people. The revolution of 1944 brought into power Arevalo and Arbenz Guzman who sought to change this system of campesino servitude and unequal land distribution. During this time, Social Security system was started, 860,000 acres of land was redistributed to 100,00 families, for the first time (and last time since) education received the most federal funds, followed by health and housing. These policies, particularly around land distribution, were perceived as such a threat to US foreign investment that the CIA launched a complete overthrow of this government. Of course, in 1954, the reasons were disguised as --the threat of communism-- in Central America. In reality, the elected presidents were not communist, and their political tendencies were more center than left. The CIA intevention, OPERATION PBSUCCESS, installed Casillo Armas, who was followed by several horrible miliary dictators, including the infamous Rios Montt. (please excuse the lack of info here). In 1960 the country entered a civil war, which lasted until the signing of the Peace Accords in 1996. This 36 year period was marked by genocide and continued oppression. 200,000 (probably more, estimates vary) people were killed, 55,000 disappeared and 1.5 million displaced. Entire towns, entire families, and innumerous social leaders were destroyed. A strong guerrilla movement was built up during this time with support from the international community and sympathetic countries. It has only been 11 years since the signing of the Peace Accords, which brough an end to the legalized violence, but did not do much to change the social conditions of the country. More people die on a daily bases now then during the war, however people are dying because of poverty, hunger, and violent acts. Since this time, people here have been trying to accualize the promises made in the Accords. In 1999, a referendum of the people demanded that these so called Accords, be made into law. However, due to perceptions that this would allow legal reverse-discrimination, nothing was changed. People look back on the Revolution as a time of hope, prosperity and possibility. However, this event also brings up the roots of the civil war which the country is still recovering from. For more info go to the wikipedia link below.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Hot Chocolate

I had a pretty low key weekend. Friday night i went dancing, ofcoarse. Found the same guy that flipped me the friday before. He showed me some new moves. I received an apology from Sergio for being stupid last weekend. He asked me if I would like to hang out again...no drinking this time. We drank hot chocolate and played chess for a few hours at a local café. He´s a nice person and great salsa dancer so I gave him another chance. Sunday evening i went to the movies and saw "The Messangers." Typical horror movie with bad acting. It cost 25 Q or about $3.2. Took what they call the "micro bus" for 1 quetzal or about 15 cents to the mall. The movie was in english with spanish subtitles. A pretty cool project is being coordinated at the cultural center next door. They are trying to put on the vagina monolouges and recruit women in the community to talk about their experiences and write. HELLO! This is so up my ally. I talked to one of the other American students that is going to coordinate it to see if i can help out. The first meeting will take place in November.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Time

Time exists and passes differenly here. My life in the U.S. seems so far away. Its a bit heavy on the soul being here because i´m not just learning a language, i´m learning history, and listening to many stories. Though it has been almost 4 weeks, I feel like I have known my "new" friends for a lot longer than a month. Im learning how to talk all over again and often stumble over my words. People are very open about their lives and pain here, men fall in love quickly, and things often get lost in translation. A fun exercise I did in class last week was telling my teacher about Eddie Murphy´s movie "Coming to America" in Spanish. It was pretty cool..."Habia una vez un príncipe de Africa... or There was a prince from Africa...." This past friday night, I danced so much Salsa I often couldn´t catch my breath. And for the first time ever my dance partner flipped me off the ground during a turn. It was pretty scary but I went with it! On Sunday afternoon, my friends and I met up with a few Guatemalan guys we met at Kokolocos (bar/club). We met at Parque Central which is the Center of Town. There is a huge festival going on every weekend for the month of October to celebrate the Virgin Mary. We met for a few drinks, talked, and practiced our spanish. But by the end of the evening, one amigo named Sergio, had a few too many cervezas (beers) and tried to kiss me several times. He´s a cute guy but not so much drunk. The night ended early around ten thirty cuz i had class in the morning.
This October is the 40th anniversary of Ernesto Ché Guevara´s death/murder. So i´m learning more about him, his life, and views. Tonight the school is having an activity in his memory. "La revolución no se lleva en los labios para vivir de ella, se lleva en el corazon para morir por ella." -Ché. (Do not live for the revolution and carry her in your lips (words) carry the revolution in your heart and die for her) Again...the meaning of the quote gets lost in translation...sorry! Does anyone want a T-shirt of Ché wearing a t-shirt of Ché? Ha! Those Che fans know what I mean. Till next time. much love

Nuevo Amanecer

This past Saturday I visited a community made up of 182 people called "Nuevo Amanecer" or "New Dawn."A community of former refugees that had to flee to Mexico to escape persecution, torture, or death. As I stated a few weeks ago the worst years of the civil war were in the early 1980´s. This is when the majority of the massacres occured and it was very dangerous to organize, assembly, or speak against the government. I got to hear the story of how this community formed and the story of a man named Don Pedro and his son, Amaro. Don Pedro was a leader in his community and of many cooperatives. He helped organize a campaign to request affordable and better prices for food and supplies (such as chemical fertilizer). Everyday necesities so people can survive. He was kidnapped and tortured for 15 days without food or water by the army. Upon his return, he and his famliy secretly and illegally fled to Mexico in fear of further harm or possible death. His wife and children had to carry his broken, bruised body to Mexico, because the torture made it impossible for him to walk. In Mexico the refugees faced several challenges. For one, Guatemala news spread the idea that those seeking asylum were wild, violent people and two since they didn´t have documentation so many children couldn´t attend school. The Catholic (Mexican) church played a significant role in helping families get documentation and helped families return to Guatemala 15 years later in July 1998. It took two 1/2 years to build the community Nuevo Amanecer. Don Pedro noted that the government has not responed to the needs of refugees, nor is there any political will to help the poor. The construction of the community and purchase of land was made possible by donations, the church, international support, and by "knocking door to door" in search of anyone that can assist. Nuevo Amanecer does produce its own honey and is trying to get a market and space to sell their product but has not yet done so. Honey is sold at the school and it is the best honey i have ever had. A jar cost 20Q or $2.60.
Don Pedro´s son, Amaro, was eight years old when he and his family left for Mexico. By age 10 he was learning about the political climate in his country and by age 20 Amaro returned to Guatemala to join the guerilla forces "ORPA" later to form the "URNG." These revolution groups made it a point not only to fight but to educate. So they were in the refugee camps in Mexico teaching people about the situation back home. Imagine the trama of seeing your father near death and having to leave your home. What were you doing at age 20?
Remember that from 1954 till mid 80s Guatemala was ruled by a serious of militant dictators. The guerilla forces formed as a direct response to the oppression, injustices, and genocide carried out by the government (which the U.S. supported and sent funding). The leaders of the guerilla forces were actually ex-military that did not agree witht the government. Amaro´s guerilla name was Ronald. He spoke of the hard times living in the mountains and in the woods. Men and woman worked together fighting, gathering food, hiking, and training. Times were very difficult during the four years Amaro lived in the mountains. Sometimes there was nothing to eat, they sleept on the ground with nothing but a tarp to layer the ground, if it rained they slept in their clothes soaking wet, they watched each other die and suffer with the vision of one day changing the state of the country. They had no pay or salary just the promise of change and hope of justice. Amaro made sure to point out that "a gun does not make a guerilla, a gun does not change a country..." so the revolutionary forces made sure to educate each other and the people. They taught each other how to read, write, they taught each other politics, history..so they knew who the are.. past, present, future. Amaro talked about responsibility. His responsibity to people, to humans, to his brothers and sisters. And this responsibility ignites his motivation to serve and to speak the truth about what happened here so that we don´t forget. He ended his story with a simple line "If only these mountains could speak because they have seen and lived the suffering of the war." Amaro often places his hand on his chest, right over his heart when he speaks and this is how I will remember him.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Sucky Day

This Tuesday was the worse day ever for learning Spanish. I was so unbelievably (i know i cant spell) fustrated with direct objects, reflexive pronouns, congegating verbs present, past, future, irregular verbs and words....AAARRGGGG!!! I really started to tear up in the middle of a lecture. My teacher got a little freaked out yet still continued to try and teach me. I felt like saying...just let me be. But she insisted that I cheer up. I called many people to try and vent...but most of you didn´t pick up. Pick up your freaking phones!!!! Thanks Bonnie! It is so fustrating being Puerto Rican and not being able to speak Spanish! My friend, Vida, from Brookly, NY is also Puerto Rican and is going through the same thing. So we have been able to talk about that and connect on this issue. Oh and my favorite part of the day was when a dog pissed on my head. i was walking down the street and there was a dog peeing off the roof. I thought it was starting to rain...but no...dog piss! Last night I went to a bar and had a couple of glasses of red wine with my friend Kati (her real name is Caitlin). We had the same waitor as last week. He remembered us. He is from Belize and speaks fluet English and Spanish. Most people from Belize are of African descent and speak English (i think, that is what someone told me) Before we left he asked me for my number and if we can hang out on friday. So here I am in Central America surrounded by Latinos and the first person to ask me out is a brotha ofcoarse!

Monday, October 1, 2007

This Week´s Fun Facts

-Today, October 1, is a national holiday "Dia de los niños" A day to celebration children. Kids are given special treatment and a party at school.
-My friend Vida and I went looking for facial cleanser and continued to tell the guy at the counter that we wanted "Sopa para la cara" he gave us a blank stare then we realized we where asking for soup for the face.
-Solid bowel movements...Hurray!
-Carlos Peña of Guatemala won Latin American Idol
-My teacher and I went to "La Cafè La Luna" Friday afternoon for class and drank hot chocolate. La luna means the moon.
-Every friday night there is a graduation dinner for students finishing up their classes. This is a picture of us cooking, ok so i just chopped some veggies. See that big pot of water and veggies? my friends host Mom put a few drops of Clorox in there to kill germs....yummy!


Check out the beautiful hand made scarfs and fabrics Maria Lopez is selling. She is wearing traditional dress of Maya women. She is Quichè and tried to teach me and my friends a few words in Quichè.

Hike


Though I am out of shape and the hike up was difficult, I am thankful for my body and its ability to do such things. Take care of your body so that it can take you to beautiful places like this.

Laguna Chikobal

At the center of the mountain/volcano was a sacred lake. Human beings are not allowed to swim or go into this lake. This lake is believed to have positive energy and be connected to the Pacific ocean. There was a Maya ceremony of the "Mam" people going on while we walked along the lake. The "Mam" are the second largest Maya group. "Quichè" are the largest. There was music and they were in a circle with the spiritual guides in the center. I felt rude walking by their ceremony, but our guide, Amaro, said it was ok. We sat on a small beach area, you can see up ahead in the photo. There we ate our lunch and Amaro talked about his experience in the guerilla forces. He spoke about sleeping in the forest, going without food, but being a part of a just cause. He spoke of his father and how his father was a leader in his community and a leader of the Catholic church. His father was taken and tortured for ten days by the military and survived. He remembers being eight years old and seeing his dad covered from head to toe in blood and bruises. Amaro made a point to say that this part of Guatemalan history is not taught in school, so there are many people who are unware of the massacres and stories of people like he and his father. Amaro told a moving story, but what stood out to me was his love and dedication to God. He spoke of his spirit and how we need to thank God for everything we have. God has provided us with all we need, just look around. His spirituality has given him strength, love, and a full heart which can not be filled with material riches. After he told his story, somehow we began to chat one on one about life, God, and people. Its amazing how we come in contact with so many people and never know their story. It was a clear sky that morning and the lake was perfectly still. From behind the forest, a massive body of fog began to move over the trees and toward the lake. It moved quickly and seemed to move as if it had a spirit, a purpose. I have never seen anything like it in my life. Within ten to fifteen minutes the fog covered the entire lake falling on us like a soft blanket. I was in awe...and yet completly annoyed at the chatter going on in the background from our group of "tourist." I walked to a quiet spot, underneath a tree to watch the fog move so smoothly. There I weeped (just a little) wiped my tears with the scarf around my waist, and wished I had a friend with me.