Sunday, May 20, 2007

antigua checklist


with my time here coming to a close, i thought it'd be a good idea to take stock of things i've done/learned, and then marginalize those accomplishments with a list of things i didn't do/learn. dice...

did

1. learn a bunch o' spanish
2. scale an active/lava spewing volcano
3. make some great purchases at bargaintown in chichi
4. learn to pilot a motorcycle
5. see a man shoot a gun at another man (oh i never wrote about that)
6. meet great folks, make friends, drink pineapple soda
7. learn about the human culture in contrast (central american & beyond)
8. watch a local soccer match...picked up a few spanish explecatives
9. learn how to do that pen spinning thing really well!


didn't

1. catch any kind of parasite or flesh eating disease
2. fall in love, some folks prognosticated that one
3. eat tortuga, about to have turtle soup, but the kids adopted it instead
4. most regretably, see a real live cockfight, there were chances
5. much less regretably, learn the salsa
6. burn through all that much dough

2 abby's 2 luiz's, velvit, tifani & a pizza place

 


i probably could've made this a blogpost much sooner but never got around to getting a pic with the whole family. nevertheless, here we go. this is the excellent family i've lived with for the last month and a half. from the left goes abby, abby, luiz, luiz, velvit, and tifani (the girly dog) is tucked in there too. you can't get much better people. pops protects detainee's rights that are arrested and occasionally 'roughed up' by the police. mom works a lot in the house, but also works for a nonprof that helps women that have been victims of violence or marital issues, and she still makes time to take evening classes at the university. velvit (20) is on her way to becoming a dentist, abby (18)is a bio-chem student working toward med school and little luiz (15)is studying like a G to be a pilot. on top of all this, the family rents a phone at the front window to folks saving cell minutes or just needing to make a quick call and not use the pay phone. everyone works together to accomodate the students and they only speak spanish. no one ever seems to get angry or have an argument which lends creedence to my theory that the school keeps the family heavily sedated at all times.
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Saturday, May 19, 2007

limo tint rearview...that's how i do

 


my friend dominik (hails from germany by way of s. florida) and i decided to throw back a few saturday night. and, after walking by one too many gringo bars we decided to dumbrush riki's. almost immediately we met this charming group of guatemaltecos in town from guate (the capital). donald, the big guy, actually lived in germany for a year, so on top of some decent english, mano spoke german too. i was speaking with his wife larita about all kinds of stuff...antigua, the economy, crime & punishment, etc. all in spanish! they seemed eager to flex some english so big dom and i spoke spanish and miraculously the conversation was great.

the catalyst may have been the liters of dorada ice on the table, but this is what lead me to a great realization. if you wanted to learn a 2nd, 3rd or whatever number language and you could find someone else that knew that language and wanted to learn your language, then just meet for happy hour once a week and presto! the cool thing was that it was just effortless barchat and when we or they hit a bump we just helped each other out or said it in the other language. this is a completely different mode of learning from the school which only provides spanish...for this reason many abstract concepts have to remain hidden until you can adequately describe in spanish what you'd like to ask. i also non-begrudgingly got tricked into taking a picture with a delightful group of ladies from finland, guatemala, ireland, and who knows where else. that was thanks to angel, el abogado, not shown. the other pic with dom, donald & larita also has the frontrunner for mayor of antigua, complete with 8X10 glossy. it was kinda cool and worth noting that one minute we were just trying to make our way to the bar and the next we were rubbing elbows with the guatemalan aristocracy.

anywho, we also went to café no sé for the closing hour and it felt like we were just on top of the world...mainly because we rode over to this place in a clean benzo with limo tint, even on the windshield. (by the way, that's what everybody does here, cuz it's not illegal) overall, it was a nice prelude to a departure with a group of friends, none of whom i knew 24 hours prior.
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Friday, May 18, 2007

la despedida


F I E S T A


EL VIERNES 18 DE MAYO 2007


ANFITRIONES

LA ESCUELA SEVILLA

Y EL ZANMAN


VEN A LA ESCUELA A LA UNA PARA UNA EXPERIENCIA MUY DIVERTIDA


LA DIVERSIÓN INCLUYE:

MÚSICA, ALIMENTO, BEBIDAS, CHISTES Y PROFESORES VERDADEROS DE ESPAÑOL





friday the 18th, zanman put together a small afternoon party to commemorate my last day of class. and look what these fools did, they went and got a piñata, a cake and signed a winnie the poo card for me. about 50 people showed up. (the bulk of the series, i mean school) i purchased all the carne, aguacates, tomates, tortillas, frijol, arroz, cerveza y barcadí and my friends milton y yolanda and few of the teachers piched in and helped prepare all the food. we had a pre and post meal dance party and a pingpong tournament to close things out. i lost in the final 27-25 to gianca, short for giancarlos. the guy in the tyedye t-shirt goes by the apodo 'shusha' and is now officially the funniest person i've ever encountered. goodtimes and goodbyes to the teachers and staff made for a somewhat emotional afternoon tipsy time. oops, the flyer i made for the party didn't transfer very well from google.doc to blogpost...but it looks cool, so the kid stays in the picture!

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

anatomy of a chicken bus


as promised, the highly anticipated chicken bus issue. so, what are they? the c-bus is your traditional thomsasbuilt or bluebird school bus, most of them are late '80s, early '90s models that have been brought down from the states. you still occasionally see one that hasn't been 'pimped' that has crawford i.s.d. in good old black and yellow. once these buslines here get a hold of them, a metamorphisis occurs. they paint the whole thing with flashy colors, blues, reds, oranges, throw mudflaps on the back, put the trite and true sexy girl silohuetes everywhere, a luggage rack on top, luggage cages inside, and a sobriquet in bold text on the winshield for good measure. you'd think every bus would have a different name, but i've seen 3 esmeraldas and 2 ruiz's back to back. i think those are the most popular names for their respective genders. now then, each chicken bus is equipped with a driver and what i call 'the steward' or the 'déleman.' the driver drives, but the steward collects money from the passengers, fastens large cargo to the top of the bus, helps women off the bus, and most importantly navigates close quarters turns and reversals. for example, in antigua, most of the roads are narrow, one way or limited access. almost always the buses have to pull into the intersection, backup, and then cut the wheels again to make the turn. i call the steward the 'déleman' because he yells ¡déle! all day long as the bus backs up and readjusts. (i hear this from my window as early as 5am) as for the one-way and limited access dilemma , to save time, the buses will pull onto the street and then back up for a block or more to get to the stop. (to me this destroys the purpose of having 'limited' access or 'one' way, but hey) this segues well to the next piece. these buses are perpetually in a hurry. my understanding is that the driver pays a flat fee for a day's worth of bus use, anything over that goes into the pocket. this system is the motivation for both the driver and steward to lay on the horn in busy intersections, practically throw people off the bus, collect the money in transit, rather than at the stops, and to overtake slower traffic going uphill on blind turns. you'd hope i was exaggerating for sake of an interesting post, but truly these guys are crazy. maybe in a sporty muscle car i'd be brash enough to try some of these maneuvers, but these guys are doing it in a 40' over-capacity, lumbering rectangle. most of the time they actually get back in their lane in time for the oncoming traffic, but i've been in buses or microbuses that have been essentially run off the shoulder during these traffic violations, but it seems like everyone drives like that here. oh! and here you go, they pack these things deep! they'll have 3 people in a seat and the isle completely full of standing passengers and still pick people up to stand in the front between the driver and the door. the cool thing i guess, is that you can go pretty much anywhere for 2.50Q, this is like 30 cents, but you put your life in their hands. you regularly hear about overturned buses, or búses volcados, and usually the driver flees the scene to avoid questioning or charges from the police. but still, what a bargain ride! and these things go everywhere. i have yet to be on any road for more than 5 minutes and not see at least one chicken bus fly by. and lastly...the name chicken bus, called so because it's not uncommon to be in the bus and see chickens stowed in the luggage racks and when those are full, folks just carry them upside down with their feet tied clucking around all the while. sometimes after a firey wreck, i'm like hmmm, something smells good....ok, bad joke.

Monday, May 14, 2007

la fábrica

 

 


i found out about this place with only a few weeks left in my stay here. it's no 24hr fitness, but this open air local gym has it's charm and a super friendly staff. i learned a lot about the international aspect of fitness clubs and will take back some helpful insight to my gym back home. it was interesting that for a gym that sees maybe 2500 workouts a month, 1800 of those are from the same 12 or 15 people, me being one of those. i also saw again and again exercises and lifting techniques that were just begging for injury along with some equipment that's been on borrowed time for some time. on the other hand, if i can get a 3 week membership for less than $20, i understand why there's not someone wiping my brow after each rep...heck, there wasn't even a waiver for me to sign. ah, countries not prone to senseless litigation are the cat's pajamas.
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Sunday, May 13, 2007

me gusta la moto

i hit up the local motorcycle outfitter, CATours, today for some lessons. i now know all there is to motorcycling and the guy threw a bounus, that back wheelie thing, i can do that too! next to do, conquer the world of competitive gluttony. but seriously, the welshman that got me acquainted to the basics and subtly of the moto was a patient, insightful instructor. he also leads tours all over guatemala which i'm thinking about bringing back some friends and taking a weeklong excursion one of these days. the guy has a pic of me looking pretty ridiculous and as soon as he sends it to me, i'll throw it on here.

Friday, May 11, 2007

the final countdown



i know many of you began the countdown to my return before i left, but now it's really close. i'm going to try to pack a whole bunch of adventure into these last few days and soak up more spanish than an east atlantic hurricane during the 16th century. 9 days remaining. i should have some good posts for vos real soon. i hope this time has allowed all of you to realize how much or little you need zanman in your life. i was going to load a loop of europe's the final countdown because it's so dang sweet, but these computers here process information like i convert meters to feet. (running gag) anywho, felíz fin de semana y nos vemos pronto.

Saturday, May 5, 2007

compañeros

 
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it's an end of an era so to speak. the last of my roommates left this morning at 4am leaving me the only student left in the house. the two on the far left and right are avi and charlotte, the aussies. avi is technically from scotland but he might as well seed australia for explanation sake. they pretty much became my best friends during this trip and we hung out a lot. they gave me a chance to get out so many thoughts that i couldn't express in spanish to an english audience. the really blond girl is anneke from holand. she was really nice and a very daring young gogetter. she's only 18 and she's been traveling on her own since she was 17. rob is also dutch and was pretty much my ambassador to antigua when i arrived. we took a couple trips together around guatemala. all are really good folks who i hope to keep up with and perhaps visit in their homelands one day. i told them all to come see me too as to observe the zanman in his natural habitat, an experience worth a trip in itself.

Thursday, May 3, 2007

santos de la tostada


real quick, let me tell you about one of the best recurring parts of my day in antigua. dahlia y edwin are street vendors that make the 10 o'clock break at school a delicious paradise for zanman. i thought winner-stays-on ping pong was the bee's knees until i started getting tostadas and sandwiches from this team. see that big basket chuck full of bread and ingredients...you'd think edwin would carry that; nope, dahlia wears that on her head like it was a sun bonnet. edwin, nice guy and all, just hauls around a little belly buddy with the cash. she's super nice and she only charges 4Q (like 50 cents) for a sandwich which she makes in about 10 seconds, so each day i get 2 sandwiches de pollo with extra picante and i tip an extra 3 or 4Q, which for some reason no one else does. but i think they appreciate it nevertheless. i told them the other day that i'd be willing to smuggle them back to the US if they were willing to risk an agonizing deportation process, but then i whispered to dahlia that we'd have to lose the deadweight. jajaja. either way, watch out thundercloud subs!

Sunday, April 29, 2007

chichi




sorry, i don't have many pictures for this awesome adventure. i completely forgot about my camera as i was engrossed with the sheer bargain madness, salesmanship, and variety of goods that were being exchanged. chichicastenango is the largest open market in central america. acres of tightly cramped boothes that are loosely covered with bamboo and tarps that are filled with some of the most beautiful crafts, clothing, jewelry, foods and various other crapula that people can't get enough of. sunday morning, the 29th, i left antigua on a pretty nice bus with two of my australian roommates around 7am, switched onto a 30 (over) occupancy astrovan a little bit past halfway, got to chichi by 10, breakfasted, and hit the market by 10:30. a wonderful interchange occurs when a vendor pleads with you to check out their stuff, and 1} you continue walking 2} you check it out and then walk on or 3} you begin the process. THE PROCESS: i would say, and i'm sure there are different schools of thought on this, when i find something i want, i set the price in my head {it's also helpful to get exactly that amount into your pocket for a quick exchange, cash only} then find out what they want for it. they start with something insane that you immediately blow off and start walking away. without fail, the vendor will grab you and say 'no hay problema, yo te daré un buen precio, amigo' {no prob buddy, i'll give you a great price} at this point, you got'em, just say that price that you had in your head and add 'final!' yes, you can bounce back and forth and pay for the fun of negotiating, but really what you´re counting on is the desperation factor which is prevalent in this whole area. you feel bad at first, but then you realize they absolutely will not sell something to you for a loss. so, consequently, there are some things that the price in your head will not buy so you have to give a bit...but then you realize that you're still paying fractions of store prices, even in guatemala. por ejemplo, my fair roommate charlotte scored some authentic jade jewelry for the equivalent of $30, and my boy avi was the toughest of us all as we worked a mean 2 man game when it came to walking away from deals. on the other hand, the joke is probably still on us, because the folks would still sell that stuff for half of that price, but in this case...it's a win-win. i highly recommend hitting up an impoverished or developing nation's largest open market because they love foreigners {money} and you'll never get worked harder for a friendship bracelet in your life. plus, the most impressive part was these kids...4 or 5 years old persuading the hell out of people. when i was 5 i was getting praise for writing my whole name out, even with backwards 'e's, and who said street smarts aren't all you need in this world. in this pic, you can see i put myself in a central american blender, and set to mince. todo hecho de mano.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

poltergeist de basquet



a warm, dusty saturday morning in antigua...the air rich with incense, the burnt clutch smell of the chicken buses, and a slight lingering hangover from the recently departed night past. i had been recruited to ball some boys up and consequently, i had not been recruited in vain. the shame i had once felt on a similar cancha {court} playing futbol had now been vindicated. i toyed with the idea of omitting that most of the guys on the court would have probably done better if the object was to kick the ball into the basket...but nevertheless, international glory is something to be beheld. i got a couple of snapshots of the court as it was almost cinematically affixed within an open market, an ancient church which was busling, and a series of ruins that made for a beautiful backdrop amongst the surrounding mountains. one of my teammates insisted that i 'throw one down' for a shot and what you see is the primitive makings of my first trading card, but i jest. later that day, i slept like the cure for handsome was in slumber, as i hadn't physically run in about a month...sorry for the overly self-indulgent post, but it was one of the few times where spanish, competition, and pure g-hood so perfectly coalesced for the young student zanman. up next... domingo! domingo! domingo! chichicastenango.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

santa catarina






wednesday, what began as a cloudy-soon to be ruined by rain and pneumonia kind of day metamorped into a beautiful, sunny, pooly educational funfest. we loaded up in a chicken bus around 9am {i'll get some photos soon of those bad boys} and headed for santa catarina de sumpin or rather. and i know i should pay more attention to detail, but i really didn't want to force anyone to write the name of the place all the way out. it is a beautiful area situated in the mountains, with lush vegetation everywhere and a veritable shantytown archipelago in the surrounding valley below. we studied our daily lessons near the pool for about 2 hours and by about 10:30, tons of local kids were littering the pool and slide and frolicking like tadpoles in a glass of sunny d. {i imagine the acid would precipitate more frolicking} anyway, i had to show these lameOs how it's done and hit the pool first with what must be one of the top 5 best cannonballs i've ever made. people are still trying to dry off from that one. i played 'throw the ball around in the pool' with a whole bunch of kiddos for about 30 minutes. i think i was mvp because i was the only one that could get the ball in the deep end. everyone else from the school just lounged around and started sippin mega cola cuba libres, and i soon did likewise. {i included a pic of the teachers pouring a partial cola into a mostly full cola because i loved the frugality of it and the fact that they truly cherished every drop of that cola} we barbecued carne asada. i helped chop a lot of veggies for the fresh salad, and i just soaked up tons of great conversational spanish that really only comes out when you get together a whole bunch of half to fully drunk guatamaltecos. my friend andrew threw the owner of the school into the pool only to find out that he couldn't swim. that caused a minor and temporary panic but moreover a stir of laughter that led me to realize these people not only cherish cola, but brushes with death too. lot's o' fun! a few of us were getting ancy to return to antigua so we just chartered a guy with a pickup to drive us and we stood in the back of an '87 nissan single cab that negotiated a windy, hilly, cobblestone riddled backroad route at a constant 35mph. hey! that felt a lot faster than it sounds. summary: study, natural pool, barbecue, cubas, gallos, near drowning, sun, fun, cola.

Monday, April 23, 2007

we built this city on coca col

 

I think it's safe to say 'they' own everything. this is the base of a lightpost in antigua. and no wonder i can't find a diet sunkist anywhere. i wrote this the same week i arrived and saved it for a day that i didn´t have anything to say. ¡Ese día es hoy!
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Sunday, April 22, 2007

¡pitala buey!

 

 


sunday morning my aussie roommates and i hit up the stadium in antigua for a pretty good futbol match. Antigua GFC vs. Xinobajul. It was a draw 3-3, but even more exciting because antigua scored in the 88th minute to tie it up. also, in our section i got to hear more spanish expletives than castro's secretary after accidently giving him a dominican cigar. at the half, i also encountered this kid who just so happened to be wearing a t-shirt from my high school. we figured a lot of clothes from the states made it down after a series of mudslides a few years ago, but still... what are the chances?
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Saturday, April 21, 2007

stuff they got too, vs don't got

 


being the consummate student of world culture and human development, it's only fitting to conduct a little comparison study from time to time. here's a list of things i've discovered in common with ol' america and things that haven't made their way down.

stuff they got too!

1. haircuts (men's unicut, i just sat down and she didn't stop until all my hair was gone)
2. the ford sport trac (seating for 25 in these parts)
3. reebok (this is where it all goes when it doesn't sell in the u.s.)
4. sarcasm (apparently it translates)
5. drivebys (they're done mostly via motor scooter)

stuff they don't got (yet)

1. air conditioning (80 in the shade is fine by me)
2. evidence of cosmetic surgery (every body´s natural)
3. evidence of any surgery (pray for good health)
4. disabled access (if you really wanted to come in, you'd walk)
5. safety (nothing really funny about this one)
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Monday, April 16, 2007

monte rico

 



right near da beach! sunday took a day trip with some folks from the school to the black sands of monte rico. 2 hours there, 3 hours back (uphill) and 5 and a half hours of sun, waves, food and brahva. the waves were a bit small for real-deal surfing, but perfect for body surfing and not fully risking death. because the surf is so strong the beach drops down about 20 feet and the waves climb up about 10 or 15. i was showing these local kids how to get in front of the wave and let it propel you rather than just wait for it to crash into them like lameOs. i hope no one died as a result of my instruction. anyway, it was a blazing hot day, i ordered a caldo marisco at a local beach cantina that was jammin some hot latin hits. locals there were getting blitzed and subsequently dehydrated in the heat, and loving it. we later retired to a hotel swimming pool to hang out and the others got food, drinks and some hammock time. i ate again too and had a fairly forgettable pasta plate where the word aldente was somehow lost in translation. nevertheless, it was a nice retreat that was once again easy on the coin purse. in total, i spent about $30 including 2 meals, 2 beers, and roundtrip transpo. i also saw lot of poorly erected huts for homes that while unfortunate for those living there, were actually much more aesthetically pleasing than 20 story condos littering the beachfront. students here are pretty much traveling every weekend to relatively close destinations like these. there are travel agencies on every street in antigua. i think i'm going to take it easy with these whirlwind adventures, but certainly squeeze a few more in before i head back.
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Thursday, April 12, 2007

speak up! i'm in the caldera!

 

 

 

 



so i did it. i conquered paçaya. it probably wouldn't have been such a taxing ordeal except i unfortunately encountered some very unpleasant symptoms on the way to the volcano. we were packed into a travel van and i was the one guy that had to ride sideways on a raised partition in the van and not in a seat. so that coupled with some sudden head and stomach malaise had me tasting that saltiness in my mouth and looking real pale. but good ol zanman couldn't be beat and i trekked those 3km straight up and found myself motivating those who weren't as quite steadfast in hiking strength as yours truly. i started whistling europe's final countdown during a particularly steep climb and one by one, about 12 people started humming, beatboxing, and singing along. a british woman behing me asked "who started that round of the final countdown?" i said "i didn't know but wasn't it sweet?" anyway, we had a real good group of young folks that traveled pretty well save these two nurses from philly who kinda flipped the switch once we were traversing through loose dried magma and minor cuts and bruises were starting to amplify. but the cool thing was, we had this guide josé who selectively spoke english and i think he just ignored the complaints; he just plainly said "it's ok, ven, ven arriba, ok?" also, all the folks that couldn't hang with the hiking could pay 50Q, like 6 bucks, to ride a horse...which in my weakened condition would have been nice, but i wasn't about to be the only guy on a horse. it was fairly lame that fog and and low cloud cover hindered the view a bit but there definitely was lava seeping out here and there. one guy's shoes starting melting. what a wuss! the other crazy thing was, since we headed back around 7:30, it was basically pitch dark as we went down this steep mountain. so if you plan on taking a trip to an active volcano, i could probably give you some pointers....it was kinda great because the guide would just nonchalantly point to all the places we could easily die if we stepped wrong or went too close to this or strayed from the group in anyway. but for $10 i wouldn't be holding hands and giving back rubs either. today i haven't eaten much but i am feeling better. i'd hate to think because a teaspoon of tap water got in my mouth in the shower i could be reduced to this fragile wimp, but so goes being american. saludos.
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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

me afeité

 

not much to report, yes i shaved...and i postponed my afternoon classes today for a trek to the volcano paçaya. check this out: for about $10 you get transportation, armed security, a tour and historical account of the volcano and i think a jello snack pack. i´m kidding about the jello, but i can't even look at armed security in the states without dropping a benji! welcome to bargain living, i'll be your host...and i'm giving out coup's.
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

la escuela sevilla

 


alright, from the top left you have the school's courtyard, i included a picture with a vantage to the entry from the street (don´t ask me why) a sign for the school (that seemed fitting) a fountain that they sometimes have running, a pingpong table they just had to dowse with baking soda because i was on fire! (and incidentally, it was a grease fire), a picture with me and Flor my morning instructor, a statue that is the centerpiece of the courtyard, my afternoon instructor juán josé, and a picture of a lightpost just in case you thought classic architecture and nightime illumination was the stuff dreams were made of.

what has gotten into me? i study, i take good notes, i ask for more homework and i try to extrapolate on what i've already learned...now that is the stuff that a good student is made of and i haven't felt this way since probably.... getting promoted at work. it's the kind of kick in the pantalones that i need from time to time to let me know what i'm capable of...which as of right now isn't all that much, but patience....i'm coming along.

hope all is well with everyone, i've only told people that are important in my life about this site, so if you're reading this, then that's you! feel free to post comments or ask questions, because i only get so much enjoyment from my own creations. for example, i cut up all the fruit the other day at lunch (mango, papaya, pineapple, watermelon) and it was only when another student kept getting more that i knew those chunks i chopped were fueling that young go-getter's appetite like a scab to a leach. in other words, let's get some bloody feedback. ¡hasta luego!
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Saturday, April 7, 2007

la semana santa

 

The Holy Week has been bringing folks in droves. Most of the tourists look to be from other latin american countries, primarily mexico. I heard somewhere that guatemala is to mexico what mexico is to the u.s. i suppose it's the cheap vacation destination to the south. but antigua is more like a mini-mecca for latinos and processions and catholic traditions are blowing up everywhere. in these photos you can kinda see una alfombra que esta construyendo. Literally meaning "carpet," people spend hours upon hours building these ornate banners on the streets of antigua. They start with forms and fill them with sawdust. Next, they fill in the background colors (also sawdust) which have been predyed and use stencils to create patterns and beautiful designs. they spray the alfombra with water to keep the wind from blowing one color onto another. the finished product is awesome but often only lasts a few fleeting hours before a procession with religious scenery, incense and a marching band destroys it and a clean up crew follows and scoops the remaining mess into a bulldozer or truck. Some of these artforms are made with grass, flowers, fruit and wooden shapes, but the sawdust ones seem to be the most popular and most labor intensive. i included this picture of jesus (post-lashing) because it kind of freaked me out...not the blood so much as the real hair on the messiah. Anyway, i´ve been trying to get used to the looks i've been getting. i don't think they're so much centered around me being foreign, but being tall and foreign. So i've been just doing what i do, except i haven't exactly perfected sarcasm in spanish quite yet. hay un reto nuevo.
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Thursday, April 5, 2007

this is antigua

 

i know what you´re thinking. you´re thinking, hey! there are parts of my town that look like that. well, do the people in your town live with a spider monkey and buy cocaine in big straws like pixie stix at the nearest tienda? well, we don´t either, but i do live with a cocker spaniel named tifani and you can buy actual pixie stix-like things with unrefined sugar.

i think all this cobblestone walking is gonna have me as surefooted as a three legged mountain goat when i return. speaking of walking, there are 2 volcanos close by. un volcan de agua y un volcan de fuego. the first volcano is smaller and kinda like the kiddie pool of volcanos. the second, is an active volcano that is much taller and a much more ambitious trek. i think i´ll start with the mini volcan one of these weekends. those pics will drop here first folks! (forgive the repeated pics in the collage, i didn´t realize it could assemble 9 pics in one)
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Wednesday, April 4, 2007

where i stay at

 
 
 
 

i live in a house with a family of 5 and 3 other students (2 are dutch, 1 is german, the family is guatemalan). i have my own room and share the bathroom with the other students. Like clockwork, meals are served at 7am, 1pm and 7pm. all the food is fantastic and hasn´t ruptured any gaskets if you know what i mean. one thing worth mentioning is, all liquids besides coffee and tea are room temp (including showers). this makes for less/more refreshing experiences depending on which you´re doing. The school i attend is only about 5 minutes walking away, i'll have more on that soon. God bless the US $dollar, almost 8:1 to the Queztal. Sweet economy got me livin like a G, this is less than $100 in this pic. With Easter this week, Antigua is erupting with tourists and other visitors checking out the daily processions and other traditions. I´ll be taking more pics soon as well.
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the departed part 1

 

farewell america,

it was an anticlimactic departure with the pops, but deep down we both were feeling real emotional, i'm sure.

on a sidedish, what is it about flying that makes you watch people as if the plane has already crash landed and you have to immediately survey the passengers aboard for the most preferable to repopulate that deserted island, frosty glacier, or even gravely parking lot? It's always a sad day when that well kept 60 year old flight attendant is your number one option and you start actually hoping the flight reaches its destination. For some reason, i also look at my calf down to my ankle and think about it being one hell of a drumstick!
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