The Ugly Cry: Why I Will Miss Guatemala

I have long been back to Canada. Settling in and still unpacking my experiences.

Here is the journal entry, late at night, the last night in Guatemala.

Today has been a very tough day. Last time to Antigua, last time eating favourite foods, last time using a chicken bus, last time spending quality time with my new Guatemalan friends. A place I have grown in love with is well going to have to be left behind soon.

A bunch of lasts today.

A bunch of good-byes.

It is tough to say if I will return which makes this tough as well. Especially Jocelyn and Josue (my cute brother and sister...who are pulling Lassie's ears).

It was the kids at the construction site that caused me to ugly cry. It began like usual - playing. Although it rained very much (aka no futbal), we played and laughed at Melvin (Mel-bean - the child who was just playing by the fire in this photo), a crazy hilarious young boy. Then as supper time was approaching, Alejandra told me her abuela (grandma) wanted to see me. Then, the grandma hugged me and began to weep.

Through her muddled Spanish (because she was crying), she said that I have a special place in hers and the kids' hearts. Chon (the mom) echoed this and began to cry. I began crying when all the kids began to hug me and started to cry. I guess we had grown incredibly close through play and I will miss them greatly. I have never seen two ladies weep SO hard saying "pobrezito" (poor little thing).

They even gave me 7 snacks for the road. This expense is great to them - terrible feeling like I was taking the kids snack food for the next day - but it's a universal sign to me of their love. They wanted me to have a nice flight back to my family. They want me to stay but I cannot... I guess I gave them a piece of my heart, and they gave me a piece of theirs.

May I remember them - and learn to be generous and extravagant. They were with the little they had.

Then the worst part! "Hasta manana!" I realized this was the end of the last play session, the last time I would say this. I began to weep...and weep... and weep some more. I was in a full out ugly cry on my walk home - in the rain. (I was also laughing, because it was like some movie dramatics - sadness and rain.)

Goodbyes are tough.

Tomorrow will be tough too!

I'll miss Mariana and the familia mucho!

'Night (Ultima Vez)

Andres

P.S. The day we left, we said good-bye to probably 100 people in the village on the bridge. It was a big cry-fest too. My favourite part about Latin America is the value placed on relationships - may I foster relationships such as those here in Canada - caring, genuine and generous relationships. Relationships are number one there, and I want them to be number one back home too! May I place aside selfish ambitions and emphasize and live out the importance on relationships.

Relationships are what matter in life.

The Place I Like to Call T-dot

You are probably thinking I'm referring to Toronto but in fact, I'm not. You may think it is the biggest city I've been in since April - Tillsonburg (embarrassing yes, but I love it.) But again, that is not the town I'm referring to. I am referring to Antigua (the Tig-dot). I'm realizing that in two weeks, I will be embracing big cities again, but for the last 4 months, small towns and Antigua (a city like no other) have been my homes.

Antigua. There is so much to say about Antigua. It is the old-colonial town capital of Guatemala. But due to the threat of earthquakes, the capital was moved to Guatemala City, and Antigua has been a city decorated with ruins, artisans, tourists and beauty as it overlooks 3 volcanoes and old architecture. It also remains cultural by maintaining the Spanish language throughout all commerce (including interactions with the tourists). I love that as Antigua is constantly keeping its cultural intact and is not being lost to the booming tourist industry.

It is also the location where you can find a great cup of coffee. In fact, I'm now a "regular" at Cafe L'espresso (every time I happen to visit Antigua). The coffee shop overlooks a ruin where the Spaniards planted the first coffee plants in Central America. Thus, Antigua can proudly say they were the first place to grow coffee! It the best coffee in the world due to the acidity in the volcanic soil.

I will share my 3 favourite things about the town.

1. Ruins - There are a bunch of ruins the Mayans inhabited first. Then the Spanish conquered these castles. And then, the earthquakes conquered them. Now, there is great beauty to discover amidst the remaining architecture. My Spanish teacher and I try to visit one each week and study Guatemalan history.

2. Bartering- The big thing that makes Antigua not seem like a big city is that there are NO malls. None. Stuff happens in the markets - the food market, clothing market, touristy artisan market and the other markets scattered throughout. Most markets are aggressive and I have learned not to be friendly unless I see items of interest. Most people are very persuasive (although I keep a good head on). I had one experience where one artisan chased me through the market constantly dropping his price, but I did not want the product. There are many techniques in driving a hard bargain (I should write a book). But I will share my favourite phrases: That is very expensive! I can buy it elsewhere for less! You must be joking! Other non-verbal techniques that work exceptionally well: walk away and stand there and just wait for them to lower it. There are more, but I like to think I drive a hard bargain (but am still fair - hopefully). Sometimes when I really want something that I haven't seen anywhere else in the market, my bartering goes out the window.

3. Transportation on Cobblestone Roads - Tizate is 30 minutes outside of Antigua by a Chicken Bus. These pimped-out, old North-American school buses are filled with Guatemalans and it is quite the sight to see a foreigner on the bus. It is quite lively and the experiences seem to be different each time. From a broken down bus to wild music. For very fast wet-your-pants speed to a leisurely Sunday-afternoon scenic view. My other favourite form of transport is called a "Tuck-Tuck". These are little car-like/moto-like vehicles. I occasionally will take one from Antigua to Tizate, and its usually a ride of your life (Usually my roller-coaster experience for the week.) You go really fast on cobblestone roads. The sides of the vehicle are metal rods covered with a tarp-like material. It feels like it might collapse at any moment.

Last weekend, Global Shore sent the team to Semuc Champey. It was a team vacation. It's in Northern Guatemala and has quite a scenic view there. It is a natural water park with many pools of crystal-clear water, waterfalls and cliffs. Many fun things to do within Semuc Champey - such as climbing up waterfalls, cliff-jumping (which I did for the first time in my life) and refreshing swims. It was hot! At the hostel, I met people from Kitchener and even two people I knew through a Vacation Bible School I helped out at (random!). Two funny stories about the bribe (I mean drive). First, we are leaving in the morning and I slam the door shut (to realize that the driver's fingers were in the door. Oops! Not a smooth start, but we are friends. On the way home, the police pulled our bus over for no reason. Our driver needed to pay a fine, aka a bribe to proceed. He was legally in the right, but two cars got hit up for bribes. Apparently this is a normal procedure. You never really get speeding tickets, says bus driver, Luis. Here are Dale, Steph and I on a hike with a spectacular view.

Well I must go! Stay tuned for more.

6 more days in the place I now call my second home.

Lovin' the barterin'

Andrew

You Know You've Been In Guatemala For a While When...

• You sentences are neither in English or Spanish and you forget how to speak both languages on occasion.


• You are a loyal customer of Fanta and Doritos (I'm addicted to Doritos here, even though I hate them at home)


• Your bus ride to Antigua may consist of sitting on a broken down bus for 20 minutes, listening to blaring music (of many different genres), to being stared at for being white, to meeting someone new


• Bartering for even the smallest of things - i.e. bananas. Not allowing the locals to take advantage of foreigners with big wallets.


• Bartering and being stubborn for fair prices. Using multiple techniques to obtain goods at a fair price you want. This may mean - walking away to get them to give in, repeating the same price 10 times as they lower to your price, telling them other tiendas sell the same product for cheaper, taking a Guatemalan amigo with you, etc... the ways are endless.




• My last Sunday - cruising around Guatemala on a motorcycle with a new friend from Julianna's church! *Here I am in San Antonio (a half-hour moto ride up the mountain!)


• Wanting to Shower but having no water. (Water is temperamental in the afternoon)



• Having water but having no electricity.


• Seeing so many moustaches that the guys decided to grow their own for three weeks.


• When it rains (usually in the afternoon or evening), conversations are postponed. Tin roofs are loud!


• Conversations begin to revolve around the sickly street dogs (such as perro feo - ugly dog). It may include: their "shaz" seen on the streets, the holes in their head (serious), who they might be friends and enemies with.


• Throwing rocks at dogs is totally acceptable. Let me re-phrase that: Rabies or rocks?


• ESL - Hearing hilarious miscommunication in English pronunciation. (i.e. Kat is brushing her teeth - becomes - Kat is brushing her teet.)


• Falling in love with my new Guatemalan friends and the world they live in.

Well my friends, I am off. I love El Tizate. I love my family here. I love my home.

Your Chapin (Guatemalan)!
Andres

P.S. I apologize for not posting pictures. I tried, but the internet connection is not working well tonight. I will add them to my blog at a later time.

Finding the Beauty in the Brokeness

I have come to love the quaint pueblo of El Tizate. A village that masks its poverty and dark side. There is so much beauty in the people, while there are struggles in their lives as well - as some struggle against poverty. I am learning that for me to be well rounded, I need to see both beauty and brokenness in myself and others to see a more holistic perspective of myself and others. Jesus always saw the beauty in broken lives and embraced them by healing them with his unlimited, lavish love.

Now, I must tell you about the family we are providing housing for. One house for the grandparents and two for the children and their families. Here is a picture of some of the family - when I went to play with the children. I try to make it there as often as I can to play. It's sweet - one gringo and a bunch of Guatemalan children! While working on the construction site, I have come to know the children (who sometimes also try to help in the building process). For a family who has very little, they have great gratitude for this gift. They treat us to coke, cookies, pineapple and other undeserved tokens of thanks. They are gratuitous with what they are receiving and being generous with the little they have. This challenges me to us what I have been given to generously and lavishly love others. Every drop of sweat in the hot Guatemalan sun is worth it, when I know that this family will have a sweet home in a month or so. By the way, our favourite games are "Andrew push me in the wheelbarrow" and Hide and Go Seek in the Construction Site (probably not the safest - but they love it!)

It has left me with this challenge - The cookies and the coca-cola I'm given when I'm there feels unneeded but obliged to accept. Accepting a cookie is appreciating their thankfulness, and truly sharing this mutual friendship. (It feels less and less like a 'give, give, give' relationship and more like friendship and love). I've seen beyond their poverty to find beauty in our friendship. This is what we need more of in this world - giving and receiving - and for the world to rip the 'scorecard' to shreds, so that there is no tally of favours, but only mutual friendships. A mentality that is not a 'us-them' helping but rather 'helping each other' to understand the world.

After the first three weeks here in Tizate, I had the opportunity to visit Monterrico with Dale and Cam. Monterrico is a black-sand paradise situated on the Pacific Ocean. It was a relaxing weekend, where I was able to do much journalling over bottomless coffee at the sweet retaurant, Johnny's. By the way, I no longer need my daily cup of coffee. Our hotel was also on the beach! I feel like we did not do much - as we wanted to refresh ourselves for when we returned to Tizate. The first picture is on the boat tour I did at 5 a.m. over a sweet sunrise. The other two are Dale, Cam and I on the beach, and a beautiful sunset we sat and watched on the beach. Monterrico is a little paradise on this planet - maybe you will discover it someday too.

Beautiful and Broken,

Andres

Laundry, Belts and Living my North American Guatemalan Paradigm

One way I've been challenged recently is in how I spend my money. Even if it's for things I need - that money can make an impact and bless others.

In El Tizate, laundry takes forever in a pela (a 3 sink cement contraption). I have come to enjoy the process of handwashing but with my busy schedule, I have little time to wash my clothes. I found Olga - a lady in the village willing to clean my clothes. This means I can provide temporary employment to this lady while washing my clothes. Purposeful consumerism. This money can now help her support her family. Knowing your power as a consumer even in small ways is important.

This brings me to Marciel - the local boot maker in the town. Thank God for a man such as Marciel. Very talkative and such a persuasive talker (almost my Spanish twin). I recently purchased a belt from him. After showing me many pictures of "cowboy" boots, I told him I wanted to buy a belt. This lead into a conversation about alligator skin, and before you know it, I ordered a genuine leather belt with alligator and snake skins incorporated into it. The best part is the buckle - a genuine carousel horse. After a "quick" 40 minute conversation (see how we are similar), my belt was in the process of being made. The next day, I received a knock on my door. I thought it was a team member, but rather, it was Marciel on his bike. (My thought: Why Marciel?! How do you know where I live?) When I picked up the belt, Marciel was sure to remind me that I need a pair of boots to go along with the belt - so that I can pick up a Canadian chica on my return to Canada. Quite a hilarious salesman. I just might buy boots. Again: purposeful consumerism.

Finally, I have learned that time is quite different here in Guatemala. Punctual and on-time just don't seem to be in the vocabulary. One day with the Spanish teachers we went to study the Ruins in Antigua. The chicken bus took quite some time on the way home. We arrived in El Tizate at 6:50 p.m. Nick and I were already late for supper and still needed to eat AND we needed to be at music school and ESL class respectively at 7 p.m. SHARP to teach. So here we are running through the town, feeling incredibly challenged to be punctual in a laid back culture. How ironic! No time for tardiness in my North American Guatemalan Paradigm.

Relaxed and 5 minutes late, always and forever.

Andres

Stay Tuned: My recent weekend off to Monterrico, the construction project (This Monday)