I’m sad to leave this country. I’m sad to leave the people. I’m sad I lost my new, expensive camera on the plane home. I’m sad to lose the memory card in my camera that had a bunch of last-day photos of Don Toí±o, Gail and others. I made a tentative vow to myself to continue studying Spanish, and to return for a longer time once Lulu goes to college. [Ed. note, 12/3/07: Read about […]
Read moreMonth: December 2005
Flying Time
It’s almost time for us to go home, and it’s come too soon. On my last day of Spanish school our field trip was to the village of Jocotenango, where my teacher and Doí±a Rosa live and where there’s a museum of Maya musical instruments and clothing: Centro Cultural La Azotea. The young woman who gave me a tour of the museum spoke no English but, since I was her only audience, explained things so […]
Read moreCall of the Mercado
As we started off on today’s field trip, to La Merced, mi maestra told me she needed to make a quick stop on the way. Her definition of “on the way” must differ slightly from mine; we went ten blocks in the opposite direction. It’s conceivable that, because she knows I like to walk, she thinks she’s doing me a favor by taking me on errands. I’d be convinced of that, if only she initiated […]
Read moreAssertiveness Training
Today is our third day of school and the second that our thoughtful neighbor Gail has appeared at our door bright and early with delicious coffee. She totally rules (as we say in Guatemala). Yesterday afternoon my teacher told me that, for our field trip today, she wants to go to the village of Pastores. I’d resisted since I’ll be going tomorrow as well, but she seemed so eager that I tentatively agreed. Now, honestly: […]
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