Things I really like about Guatemala!

#1 - Motorcycles & Bicycles

Despite, the traffic, dirt, and noise, I love that a lot of people say screw cars, I'm going with a bicycle or motorcycle!  A lot of people have them and they make it super easy to get around all the traffic.  I also got to ride one last Thursday night, which was AWESOME!  One of the maestros took me home on his bike after we were out having some drinks.  I live really far away from the school, which sucks, I wasn't suppose to... but somehow they got Kimberly and Kathryn mixed up and I ended up living really far away because there is two of us instead of one.  So now if I want to do anything cool, I gotta find a way to get home.  But the feel of wind blowing in your hair while your on a bicycle, well, edit, your hair doesn't always blow.  But on a motorcycle - it definitely does!  I felt like a free, natural woman with my lion's mane blowing in the wind.  It was awesome.  And I didn't have to show anyone my breasts to make it happen, so take that Curt.  Although now I still need to make it on a Harley.  And I still want to buy my own motorcycle.  Drool.

#2 - La gente

For the most part, the people are super friendly.  People talk to me on the bus, ask where I'm from, tell me I speak good Spanish a lot.  Sometimes I get nervous when dudes talk to me because I think they just want to take me to a discoteca somewhere, but usually they are pretty harmless.  The people are muy muy amable and the patients I see at the clinic are adorable, very grateful, and wonderful people.  The families are adorable.  I really like the emphasis Guatemalans make on the family and social cohesion in general.  Everyone has big extended families here and they all live together and life just seems happier.  It makes me miss my parents a lot and wish I was closer to them, but it also makes me remember the family I've made in Colorado and how much my second family is very important to me as well :D

The social cohesion is very prevalent in our school as well.  While sometimes I am annoyed with prices of things (just because you can usually do things much cheaper), our school is one of the only in Xela that organizes activities and volunteer projects for its students.  I really enjoy the volunteer projects, especially making stoves for families, which I will now write about in Spanish:

El proyecto estufas es un proyecto de salud del publico.  Muchas familias pobres en Xelajuj no tienen estufas modernas.  Cocinan en su pisos con un fuego abierto cual es muy malo para el salud de la familia.  Los fuegos abiertos causan muchos problemas con los pulmones: asma, bronquitis, y otros problemas con respirar.  Frecuentemente, niños obtienen quemadas durante están jugando, accidentalmente.  No es malo.  Así que, construimos estufas hacen sobre el concreto y ladrillo.  Son mejor para la salud y también las estufas reducen el palo necesitada para un fuego y para cocinar así que ayudan con guardar el dinero.  Construyendo estas estufas son muy divertido.  Me lo siento qué actualmente, yo estoy tratando alguien.

Everyone was also very helpful and empathetic after the incident two weekends ago and were willing to talk and get whatever needed to be done, done.  

#3 - LA COMIDA!!!!

It is so freaking good you don't even know.  Mi abuela en mi casa made HOMEMADE HOT CHOCOLATE FOR BREAKFAST this morning.  So awesome... She's taught me a few recipes that I'm going to bring back to the States.  Most involve hot chilies, which I am very excited about and will have to remember not to touch my eyes after cooking.  But the food is so good and I just want to stay in their house and eat all the freaking time.  It's so ridiculously good.  In other homestays, the foods isn't as good... so while I haven't been that stoked about sharing a room, I'm really glad I got to stay here for the food.  Yum.  And when I come back to Xela to learn more Spanish I will be requesting this particular family.  The street food is even top notch when it's cold, like this weekend at the lake.  But I'm not complaining I had a nice little breakfast for like a dollar.  The food is exceptional and it's cheap.  These Mayan ladies know how to work the magic in the kitchen. 

#4 - Mayan philosophy and cosmovision.

I've mentioned this before, but I also like this because they kind of dis western medicine and when that happens (any dissing of the US), it makes me smile.  I like people who think our way isn't the only way to get shit done.  It humbles me as well and reminds me that I'm not bringing my way of doing medicine here, I'm learning new ways to view medicine and culture and society.  Sure there are things I don't understand, but I still enjoy it.  I'm kind of like the Mayan in a way because I wait 3 months after getting hit by a car on my bicycle to see the doctor too.  I get doctors to write me prescriptions for antibiotics when I know I have an infection or I just use other to crap and wait it out.  It makes more sense.  Freaking germaphobe culture.

#5 - Kids

They are just really f'n cute here.  I wish I had some pictures pero esa puchica ladron!!!!!! They would explain it all and they are super friendly except when they are trying to swindle you for watching your kayak that you were watching anyways. 

#6 - The landscape

My previous pictures will tell you all I feel about that.  When I was hiking, it was great.  I was happy.  I was in my deepest gladness spot.  It felt awesome to be a human at these moments.  It was rad. 

I'm getting tired of writing in this blog now... so yeah.  Peace out sea scouts.

An "I´m irritated" post...

ENGLISH!! Yeah!!!

So... There are things irritating me more and more each day here and things that make me more and more excited to remember and continue learning about like social justice, solidarity, and other awesome things!

Irritant #1: Machismo.

I cannot express how much I slightly hate and completely don´t understand machismo.  Perhaps I can´t see through my rosy semi-feminist glasses, but whatever.  A few stories of some experiences here.

A - I can´t walk anywhere by myself after 10 PM at night as a woman because I guess I might get raped or robbed or taken away to be someone´s novia.... Who knows?  It drives me crazy because there have been a lot of times that I want to go hang with friends down in the Central Park, but my family lives freaking so far away from the damn center of town I have to take a taxi, which I really am kind of opposed to because I don´t want to take the scenic route around Xela to get home.  Will see what happens tonight, I´m going for some damn drinks tonight.  Yeap yeap. 

B - The dad at my house really drives me bonkers sometimes.  When he gets home from work, he sits down and just expects there to be food ready.  Sometimes, he even says no I don´t want empanadas, I want an egg with beans.  Really?  And I hardly ever hear him say thank you for dinner.  The women don´t seem to mind.  His wife packed his clothes for him when he went out of town, I´m pretty sure she picks out his clothes for him each day.  He´s told me he has no idea how to cook and that he will never learn because after his mother-in-law and wife stop cooking, his daughter will do it because he plans on living with his daughter and her husband in the future.  It´s one thing to expect dinner, it´s another to never say thank you for cooking it (or cleaning the damn house).

C - I cannot tell you how f´n tired I am of being catcalled, whistled at, hola´d at, hi´d at, hey babies´d at, whatever.  I´m f´n WHITE, get over it.  I don´t think that catcalling works with the local Guatemalan ladies, so why would it work with me.  I wish that I had more melanin in my skin sometimes.  Being the only white girl in a 100 yard radius was really awesome when I first got here... now it´s really worn out it´s welcome, especially when some weird old Guatemalan dude tells you something gross and disgusting in Spanish and grabs the upper inner aspect of your left thigh while you´re walking by him (or your boob, like happened to my friend).  I have no interest in dancing with you at a discoteca, if I did, why would I be passing you on the street sober right now... No I´d be pregaming at some awesome gringa bar.  I also have no interest in being your novio, cariña, amor, etc. 

Irritante Numero Dos: The clinic

Don´t get me wrong, I am really enjoying practicing my Spanish with patients and helping them have easy and affordable access to treatments that they would not normally get if we weren´t there, but it´s disorganized and the disorganization is easy to fix.  Hire a manager for the clinic, supposedly there already is one, but he´s never there.  We don´t get an orientation or anything... and then end up getting yelled at for not making the clinic run fast enough when the purpose of being there is to fucking  practice SPANISH.  Maybe your clinic would run on time if the doctor didn´t show up two hours late.  Secondly, the communication, which is the key to safe, quality medical care, is terrible here.  Those who are from Guatemala do not talk to the students at all so half the time we have no idea how anyone or anything is organized.  Secondly, they let doctors two weeks out of medical school practice independently... that´s not safe.  This experience has been great for some reasons... in that I've gotten to take care of kids, which I won't get to do for a long time.  It also has reminded me how important communication is for awesome patient care!  I've always witnessed excellent communication at UCH... so now I can use some terrible examples for when it will definitely go wrong in the future.  I also had a disagreement with a doctor and it went well... rad!  Anyways, the clinic this morning went way better.  We were more organized and I didn't feel like shit was going wrong all the time.  It was probably because mobile clinic was on Wednesday.

Irritante #3: Insecurity

A - Like above, I'm tired of not being able to go out when I want to go out.  I guess it's good because then I don't spend any money on crap I don't really need to eat or drink, but I feel like an old lady when I fall asleep at 9:30 central time reading Pride and Prejudice.  God that sentence sounds so old ladyish.  But really I wish that I could go see singers or go out with friends when they ask me, but I just don't want to take a freaking taxi everywhere.

B - I always feel like I have to be at the top of my game constantly and super alert.  This is in part because of ladrones and in part of the machismo I mentioned above.  I'm just tired of it and I miss my country where being a woman is a little bit more appreciated (definitely not fully).

Irritante #4: Polvo.

This is dust. My snot is black.  Gross.  I can't wait for some fresh air this weekend at the Lake.  Fingers crossed.

Irritante #5: Traffic.

There are like 8 million cars here and they don't stop for human beings.  I constantly feel like I'm going to get run over if I'm not paying full attention to what's going on around me.  I should be able to walk through a cross street without worrying about someone turning right from the other street.  Pedestrians don't have the right of way though and they don't really care if they injure or kill you with their 1970s-1980s American cars.  The incessant honking is also highly annoying, especially when they honk at you for walking in the street.  Well if someone hadn't torn up the sidewalk, maybe I wouldn't have to walk in the street.

Irritante #6: Cohetillos/Bombas.

Fireworks at 6 AM in the morning?!?!!? Is that really absolutely necessary to do?! For christ sakes, that's why everyone has roosters here for alarm clocks.


I think that's it.  Despite these all being really irritating, they do make Guatemala the country it is and Xela the city it is.  Developing countries are "developing" for a reason.  Despite these things being annoying, I don't mean to sound like a "rich" gringa snob from the states.  I'm just saying I won't miss them when I'm gone, I'm trying to give you a picture of everyday life and culture, and trying to use the bad experience as a lesson and a good thing in the future.

I'm really excited for this weekend.  3 1/2 days in one of the most beautiful places in the world!  Can't wait to relax and next week, since I'm tired of Mrs Laura Bauer saying I hate everything... I will write a post about all the things I love, which will include how I got to ride a motorcycle last night!!!! MOTORCYCLES!! God I want one.

Volcan Chicabal...

El pasado fin de semana, fuimos al Volcán y Laguna Chicabal.  Fue muy hermoso.  Viajamos por bus a un pueblo pequeño.  La indígena, Maya, vive in el esto pueblo y solo habla en una idioma se llama "Quiché" o estará "Mam" (Pienso che como las escribe).  Así que nos preguntando en español "Puedo sacar una foto?" fue difícil.  Llegamos allí y una foto del pueblo sigues... Hubo muchas fincas.

Mi maestro del español, Alberto, llevamos en esto viaje y nos dijo che muchos hombres en este parte de Guatemala viajó al Estados Unidos para trabajar y muchas familias en este parte son "rico" (las normas de Guatemala) y tiene casas grandes y mas bonitos che otras en Guatemala.  Arriba, es una finca creciendo patas de pollos.  No tengo un idea que eso es porque fui divertiendome en la vista y no escuché que Alberto dijo.  La otra cosa interesante sobre la Maya en este pueblo es sus modas de transporte.  Las mujeres y los hombres llegan arboles, madera, ropa, cualquier en sus espaldas o cabezas. Muy buena onda (la frase para "cool" down here).  Mire bajo!

Y los niños (y también hombres) cortan arboles con machetes.  (I wish I got to do that as a kid!) El niño en la chompa amarilla fue muy lindo.  Su chompa dice "Chicks dig my bike" y hubo un bicicleta en su chompa.

Aquí esta el Volcán Santa Maria (Volcan Chicabal, no) que estoy subiendo mañana para ver Volcán Santeaguito que está activo. También, Laguna Chicabal.

Estas escaleras arriba fue mucho f'n dura! Abajo, una foto de un signo.  Chicabal es un lugar sagrado.  Nadando no es permitido.  La Maya dice que la laguna te tragará.  Desde es un lugar sagrado, muchas personas salen plegarias en la forma de flores, cuál ves abajo. Que bonitas!

La laguna entes de venir la neblina y YO! 

No sé porque pensé che este pájaro fue hermoso, pero hice.  

La laguna después de venir la neblina.  Que misteriosa!

Muchos niños con machetes cortando arboles otra vez.  Las fotos abajo fueren de camino del volcán.  Muy bonito camino.

Una finca!  Hubo muchas fincas!

Que perfecto, un campo del fútbol en la media de la tierra.  Me gustan Mayas mucho. 

Pensé que animales en las casas de la gente tuve animales en sus patios.  Van animales!

Este coche se rascó con la bañera, muy chistoso.

Hermoso.

Estuve aquí!  Nunca tengo fotos de yo en lugares che yo visito.

Mayas se baña la ropa.

I'm writing this in English because this pig was fucking hilarious! He was just propped up on the fence and would rub his snout on the post.  I took like 10 pictures of him... He was so fucking adorable.  (And he also looks really tasty!)

Di esto pero alguno pan porque el mire tan triste!  Despúes, el fue mi amigo.

Hombre con sombrero.

Just so you all know, there won't be any pictures in future because my camera was stolen :(

Fútbol....

Así que... futbol aquí... una palabra... LOCO! Pero está muy divertido.

Fui al partido el pasado miércoles.  Xelajuj Superchivas jugaron alguno equipo mierdamente.  Empataron porque Xelajuj jugó mierdamente en la segunda mitad y los permitió marcar 2 goles.

Así que, las persones en el estadio fueron locos.  Tocaron bombos y trompetas para todo el partido.  La cosa muy loca fue... los fanáticos lanzan bombas (fuegas artificiales) en las sillas.  Durante el partido, ellos lanzaron en el campo.  Algunas fotos de bombas:

Ok, próximo, puede comprar una taza grande de cerveza entes entrando el partido a fuera el estadio en la calle.  Ponen dos cervezas en una taza para solo sobre 3-4 US dólares.  La cerveza no está tan bien, pero está barata.  AWESOME!  Y entonces, la comida... puede comprar un plato de comida che cocinado en frente de usted.  Tuve chorizo (SÍ CHORIZO! Estoy comiendo carne aquí porche está tan maldito bien).  Muy delicioso.  Muy muy.  Mi cerveza y mi comida está aquí:  

Por ultimó, los partidos son locos porque cada partido, hay una pelea al final del partido.  Las persones en las sillas corren en el campo y pelen con los jugadores.  It was HILARIOUS.  Mire!

PS - Los boletos fueron solo 4 US dólares.  Freaking rad!

Filosofia...

So... a post in English because as I was telling my professor on Friday.... by this time of the week, "mi cerebro duele mucho y no es funcional."

This past week we talked about cultural competency.  I had no idea that this was actually part of the school, but hey whatever.  I had no idea we had an orientation either.  Or how really to get to this place at all when I left.  But hey I made it.  Anyways, the first day we talked about the philosophy of the school and what not... why we're here and how to think about what we are doing... the reasons behind why we came I suppose?  

Essentially, the gist that I got from the 3 hours of talking in spanish on my first day at the school was the philosophy of the school was one of solidarity, social justice, and other flipping awesome concepts included in those types of philosophies.  Many in the states would probably want to say "leftist/socialist."  I'm not really sure the political leanings of this particular organization or any of its members, but it definitely seems to have that leaning.  The words leftist, socialist, solidarity, and social justice make my heart very, very, VERY happy.  Call me a communist or whatever crap you want (even though that word is not equal to any of the previous and is entirely different)... I don't really care.  I believe everyone has the right to live a rich, fulfilling, and plentiful life and I don't see how you can do that when you don't have access to such basic human rights as the freedom to be who you are, health, and an education.  We are here to work with the people, not for them, nor with the idea that "I'm better than you and I feel pity for you're situation so... Hey! Here I am! Look at me! I'm helping! I'm such a fabulous person!" nor with the idea that this is in anyway a technical clinical experience where we would be learning skills we would learn in any clinical rotation at school.  Those disrespectful perspectives take the humanity out of medicine, like Western medicine often does.  Our time here is a human experience aimed towards solidarity and ayudando.  As we talked throughout the week, health and medicine are part of and created by the human, social, and cultural experience.  Therefore, it is impossible to divide a human into systems and parts.  Health is a human experience and it's important to treat that human being as a human being, not dissected as a kidney, or a lung, or any particular organ of the body, as Western Medicine (except nursing!) seems to do.  

With that idea, we launched into Mayan culture and history.. Colonization is central to Mayan and Guatemalan philosophy about health, life in general, and also the school's philosophy as well.  We discussed the history of Spain and how they "discovered" the Americas.  Originally, Spain was under Arab/Persian rule until all of the individual areas (Castilla, Catalan, Aragon, etc) joined into one big country now called Spain and won their independence.  Interestingly enough, the country of Spain had to choose between Castillan culture and Aragon culture... They went with Castillan because people from that area had lighter skin and hair and they wanted to look like the rest of Europe ---> white. (I'm sure this started before this moment in time in Europe, but so begins the idea that white is "better," which has pervaded through 400 years of American [by American I mean North, Central, and South] history and continues now).  Anyways, Spain decides they are going to banish Arabs, Jews, and anyone else who isn't Christian and European (white) looking and they go on their merry way of "discovering" America, as if it didn't exist prior to their "Aha, look we landed on some sweet land" moment.  Anyways, Pedro de Alvarado eventually gets to Guatemala where there all these "indians" are living and he wants to take over the land for Spain.  The Maya aren't down with that.  There's a one day war that actually occurred right here in Xela, where I'm staying and learning, it was the epicenter of blood and gore (rawr!).  Spain has a few men but tons of horses, canons, guns, crossbows (all made of steel), and Mexicans (of course, the Aztecs have already been conquered at this point and are slaves!).  The Mayans have 10,000 men with weapons of stone and prowess in hand to hand combat.  About 4,000 Maya die by the afternoon, leaving the women in the hills feeling like they have absolutely no protection (before their dudes always won and they always felt safe), the men thinking what the hell are all these horses and crazy weapons.  Both of these ideas persist throughout the rest of history, a security crisis essentially.  After that day, they have a mass for all the dead and then they create their surrender bounty and the Spanish win (boo!).  Pretty much after that, the Spanish dudes take them all as slaves, rape the shit out of the women, and essentially destroy any resemblance of a real life for the Maya.

Anyways, so from all those rapes, lots of these women get pregos.  Some women think "I can't have a baby by the enemy" and they decide to jump into a canyon to their death (these were more women up north, in Mexico) whereas for others it is always immoral to end a baby's life so they (the Mayan culture) give birth to another culture here en Guate, the Mestiza or what has now become Ladino or present day Latino en Estados Unidos.  It simply means mixed. (Interestingly enough the word villain comes from the name for a subculture of mestizos in the 1500s called the villanos.  Spain had some weird moral code about slavery and God (The bible says slavery is immoral! What?!).  In order to get around this pressing moral issue, Spain tried to steal all the Mestiza babies from their Mayan moms, but there was a lot of resistance slash not enough room for all the bastards the Spanish dudes created.  Instead they said, well you can trade in the city, but you're not allowed to live in the city with the spanish nor with the Maya in the mountains so they had to create their own area, the villas, in between the two cultures.  And now all the villains (villanos) in the movies are all Latino... hmmmmm... funny how vestiges of colonialism still exist today... it's an interesting side note... I won't bore you with the history.)

One of my side doodles/writings during this difficult spanglish note taking and spanish listening session says "It's funny that we do the same to others as others have done to us."  The Spanish were occupied by the Persians... they know what that's like, it sucks not being able to do what you want to do and live up to your potential, but yet they still decide to go do the same to the Maya.  It happens over and over and over again in history all over the world.  I don't get it, considering Europe and America's so called Christianity. 

Anyways, this fight and process of colonization that happened is ingrained in the history and social memory of the Mayan (and other indigenous people all over the world).  It was a social and biological violation and it was highly traumatic and has created so many dichotomies and stereotypes that still exist today... what's good vs bad, what's pretty vs ugly, what's superior vs inferior.  We also talked in highly metaphysical terms about something called Cosmovision, social constructs, symbols, collective memory, the history of the world, Stephen Hawking "History of the World" type stuff (YEA, EN ESPANOL! It was f'n hard.).  What I enjoyed most was our dicussion of Mayan culture and this particular symbol that describes their entire worldview.  It is designed so freaking perfectly and makes so much sense to me (I think - I did learn it in espanol) and can be summed up in a few sentences.  The universe is one, we are a part of it just as it is a part of us.  We are all made of the same exact particles, quarks, atoms, and crap like that.  Everything has energy and a spirit.  So everything is interconnected and essentially comes from the same place.  So the Maya live in love with the world (Encanto mundo as they call it).  Industry doesn't exist unless it is sustainable because the world is your mom/brother, etc and requires mucho respeto.  

This may all be too hippie dippie for you, but it's really beautiful to me.  I often wonder how we as a world have gotten so far away from this simple concept that is present not only in so many indigenous religions and cultures, but those that are "more modern."  I lost my faith in organized religion a long time ago, but I love my Jesuit education because it showed me what it really meant and means to be "Catholic" and "Christian" and this just reinforces all of the theology and philosophy that honestly I kind of miss learning about.  

Anyways, I'm going to go eat some more of the best damn food I've ever had in my life cooked by mi abuela for dinner and hopefully talk some more politics with my host family (phew! which is a whole nother story in and of itself).  

I'm having a fabulous time and miss you all muchísimo.  Muchos besos y amor.  

Xela!

OK... Algunas fotos de mi casa para la próxima tres semanas, Xéla.  Xéla es una ciudad típica en Guatemala y más países progresos: sucia, primitiva, pero funcional.  Tomé alguno tiempo para aprender las calles y el diseño de la ciudad, pero ahora entiendo, mas o menos.  Las carros no para para la gente y hay mucha gente caminan en la calle.

La vista está cerca a mi casa:

Y las vistas están cerca a mi escuela:

Mañana, voy a subir un volcán, volcán y laguna Chicobal.  Estoy emocionada!  Tengo che comer almuerzo con mi familia

Espero que ustedes se hayan cuidado!

La ciudad de Guatemala...

So this blog is more for me to practice writing what I learn in Spanish, so if you don't mind... I'm going to try my best en espanol.  If I have time I will also write in English.  Actually... I'll probably write about what I did or am going to do (actividades) en espanol.  And then talk about what I'm learning (a de mas espanol), like history, politics, philosophy, blah blah blah... in English.... because trying to listen to and take notes about World and Guatemalan history, culture, philosophy, politics is ridiculously hard so I think trying to write it in Spanish is going to be maybe not so hard, but just time consuming.  Honestly I'd rather be practicing speaking it when I can en la noche con mi familia.

Asique... Llegué al aeropuerto en la ciudad de Guatemala al las dos en la tarde el sábado pasado.  Pensé che fue ser difícil para navegar el aeropuerto y encontrar Maria, quien me quedé en sábado, pero fue mas fácil.  Esperemos para una otra estudiante y entonces salimos.  Maria manejó a su casa.  La ciudad de Guate es un "clusterfuck" sucio.  Ay muy gente y muy autobuses de pollo (Eso la nombre de su sistema de autobús en Guate porque tiene che caber con dos otras persones en una silla pequeña y aveces también ay pollos vivo se sienten con tigo.).  De todo modos, llegamos a la casa de Maria y nos instalamos.  Maria cortó alguna sandia y hablaron mientras comieron la sandia.  Nos dijo sobre su familia, sobre Xela y el programa, sobre la cultura y sociedad en la ciudad (Cómo las niñas usan mini faldas y son demasiada sexa.  Cómo los niños no eschuchan sus padres.  Divorcias...  Las tradiciones están perdidas.  Mismas cosas y mismos problemas en estados unidos).  Fue difícil para eschuchar y entender en espanol, pero entendé el tema.  Su casa fue muy bonita. Aqui está una foto de su techo:

Después, dormí un poco y entonces comimos.  La cena estuvo muy muy muy muy bien.  Comimos frijoles negros refritos, paches (simulare a tamales, pero con papas y maíz, y también carne de cerdo [no estoy vegetariana en Guate.  Tengo una regala sobre comiendo la comida que me haya servido y CARNE YUM!]), y otras cosas pero no me recuerdo.  MUY BIEN!!! YUMMMMM!

El día próximo, salimos por Antigua, la ciudad de Guate anciana.  Un terremoto la destruía en 1773 y moví la capital.  Estuvo divertido pero Antigua es un "tourist trap" así que hay todo hacer para comprar recuerdos, mirar arquitectura y arte, cuál es muy bonitas.  Antigua tiene una arquitectura colonial de la invasión. Es triste pero también bonita.  Quería comer la comida de calle.  Así qué, ya he comido desayuno, compré algo.  Aquí esta, pupusa con queso y relleno hace plantanos y patatas dulce con frijoles y chocolate adentro:

Y entonces, yo también comí almuerzo.  Aquí esta, la comida típica, es pepían - alguna sopa con verduras, canela, ayote, pepitas, y otras cosas:

Comí mucho, pero probablemente voy a gastar mi dinero en la comida porque comiendo comida es mi favorita cosa para hacer.  Más fotos de comida va a venir.

Aquí están algunas fotos de Antigua.  Las fotos hablan más qué yo.

Más tarde, voy a escribir sobre Xéla, mi escuela y mi classes, y el partido de fútbol che a noche, fui.

Ciao! Buen día!