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Entries from November 2007

One Step Forward, Five Steps Back

November 28, 2007 · Leave a Comment

There is much to write about but I have not really felt like writing in the past few days. I am sure that will change soon as I am planning on staying in Xela this weekend in order to watch the Super Chivos play their last home game and take some time to relax. This past weekend I played soccer and went to a party on Friday night and then went to the beach Saturday morning and stayed until Sunday afternoon. There is a lot to say about the beach but it will have to be in another entry as it was a very interesting time. It is amazing how busy I can stay in a place when I honestly have little responsibility.

Also this week I have felt a little defeated with the Spanish language. I know that I am improving each day but it really does feel as if every time I make one step forward, it is immediately followed by five steps back. Living, thinking, and speaking in a language has been challenging. There are many times when I want to say something but have been unable to express it in Spanish. In many ways, my voice has been removed. When I am around the other students, life is completely normal, almost too normal but when I am not, EVERYTHING changes. Anyways, in one month I can now speak Spanish much, much better than I could before and I now know 15 tenses but I also know I have a long road ahead.

I will write more later and keep you all updated.

Connecting the dots,

Avi

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Giving Thanks from Guate

November 23, 2007 · 2 Comments

Thanksgiving Dinner was a HUGE success. 28 people in total, the perfect amount of food (one extra plate is sitting in my fridge now), and everyone had a great time. The food turned out great, even the gas oven and stovetop were a little shaky. The turkey was moist and delicious, the stuffing tasty, the broccoli had just the right amount of garlic and butter, and the carrots had just the right texture. This isn’t even mentioning the mashed potatoes, green beans and onions, bread, and fruit salad. And it did not hurt to have a seemingly endless amount of mojitos for everyone, children included. I had three mojitos, a liter of beer, and ¾ a bottle of wine myself. I felt incredibly proud as the all the food was served onto the plates, seeing smiling faces, and having many people come up to me saying that they did not expect to have any sort of Thanksgiving this year. In many ways, it was the first time I felt like a leader, a true organizer, since my arrival in Guatemala and it felt great. It was also the first time I have ever cooked this much food! 

For many of the teachers, it was their first time experiencing a traditional Thanksgiving meal, or their first El Día de Acción del Gracias. As the dinner wound down, I stood up to give a small speech and started the group off by giving my personal thank yous. Then we went round the table, one by one, and each person gave their thanks in their preferred language. It was an incredibly sweet moment and one that I wish I could have frozen in time forever. Now, if I had an unlimited amount of time for my thank yous, this is what it would have gone like, of course with a Guatemalan theme…..

I am thankful for (the list gets more light-hearted as it goes down):

  • My family. As the years go on, I love you all more and more each day. I truly understand how lucky and fortunate I am to have such a special family and this is only reiterated as I meet more people who were not as fortunate.   
  • My friends, almost ditto. I have so many incredible friends in my life, many that I have known since childhood, and most feel like part of my extended family. Open invitation to any of you to come visit Guatemala!  
  • My education. I still do not think I fully comprehend how valuable my education has been up to this point but I know I appreciate it. I am only beginning to realize how much education separates people apart in this world. Almost more than money, ethnicity, or any other factor.
  • Being healthy. I can afford checkups, shots, and medicine. I understand the importance of a balanced diet and am able to afford all of the foods, even organic. I am not forced to eat corn, beans, rice, and eggs the majority of time. The amount of malnutrition and sickness here is just unfair. As much as the health industry in the States is an overspending, underperforming disaster, be thankful if you can afford to use it.  
  • Living in a developed country. There really is no comparison. Not that there aren’t pros and cons but I will take developed over developing any day.  
  • My intelligence and my emotions. Fortunately, I have both a good brain and caring heart.
  • Having hot water. I have it here but I just know how much taking a cold shower sucks!
  • Having water and electricity all the time. As I have mentioned before, Xela’s water and electrical system isn’t so reliable.
  • Having the opportunity to travel. Experiencing different cultures and seeing new places allows me to learn about my own culture, community, and myself; in my opinion, more so than any other experience could provide.
  • Dona Leti. She cleans my school in Guatemala and is also the world’s foremost expert of the Guatemalan marketplace. I went with her yesterday morning to buy all the fruits/veggies for the Thanksgiving meal and it was like watching Picasso at the easel. She haggled, knew which people had the best crops and who had the best prices, was able to determine freshness within .1 seconds of touching the crop, and was able to help me buy 25 potatoes, 4 lbs of green beans, 4 heads of broccoli, 7 large onions, 6 HUGE carrots (probably seven times the size of those in the supermarket), a stalk of celery, a watermelon, a couple lbs. of bananas, and a pineapple for around $8.50!!!
  • Brian and Lois. This really cool 60 year old Canadian couple who live on a farm, kill their own chickens, and basically took over the preparation of the turkey and dressing.
  • Sleeping in a bed free of bed bugs. Normally I do; I currently have about 64 little bites on my body.
  • Being a native English speaker. Definitely the best language in the world right now.
  • Sports. I really just love them.
  • The Jaguars. Please don’t leave to LA! Make the playoffs and win a Super Bowl!
  • The Bake Shop. This Menonite run bakery in Xela is effing amazing. Donuts, bagels, carrot and banana cakes, croissants, cupcakes, and the best cookies in Guatemala!
  • Being born Jewish. I still think being Jewish is pretty cool and fun.
  • My curly hair. The ladies love it, yeeashh.
  • My impeccable sense of style. Umm, I mean having good friends who can help me.
  • Having a sense of humor. Haha.
  • My life. It really has been an amazing one so far and it figures to only get better. I am currently loving it. I walk around enjoying life at every moment. Something about this place, the chaos, the dirt, the stray dogs, the pimped out school buses, the clothes, the people, the beauty, the fact that the city is named Quetzaltenango, just cracks me up and makes me smile.

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Thanksgiving Afternoon

November 22, 2007 · 1 Comment

Been a while since I posted so just wanted to let everyone know that I am still alive and well, actually doing really well currently. In the middle of cooking a big Thanksgiving feast for the school, drinking some Gallo beer, and pretty much enjoying life. About a week ago, I volunteered myself to cook Thanksgiving dinner, because frankly I wanted to eat turkey. So right now the 21 pound turkey is in the oven, the carrots have been buttered and sugared, potatoes mashed, and turkey stuffed, and bread baked. Still to go….green beans, onions, broccoli, and fruit salad. Cannot wait to eat tonight! Did I forget to say that there are 27 people attending this dinner?!?! 14 students and 13 teachers and their family members.

Definitely missing being home right now with my family, watching football, and eating all of the good stuff, but I am happy that I am here, improving my Spanish, and making Thanksgiving with my people here. After being here for three weeks, it has really emphasized all the things I am thankful for and added some more…I have a lot more to write but there is a turkey to care for.

Happy Thanksgiving!

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Café y Calor

November 17, 2007 · 3 Comments

We have no running water right now! And it’s not just my house but the entire community. Normally this would not be a problem considering I only shower every other day but currently I am a bit dirty. This morning I joined a trip organized my teacher at the language school that led me, along with three other students, about an hour outside the city. Considering we were only going an hour away, I did not suspect that the climate and terrain would be as different as it ended up being. Literally after thirty minutes of driving southwest and dropping down a good two thousand feet, the temperate already felt much warmer. When we reached our first destination, a coffee plantation, I felt like I was back in Florida during the summer. It was amazing to feel the warmth of the sun, especially after struggling to sleep last night due to the very cold weather in Xela and lack of indoor heat.

Quick aside…the temperature in Xela is like nothing I have ever been around. Because the city sits at 7000 feet or so above sea level and is further south than Florida, the middle of the day is quite pleasant (11am-4pm) and the rest of the day/night is very cold. Couple this with the fact that most houses do not have insulation or heat and it makes for a cold night. I wear my sweatshirt, sweatpants, and a shirt to bed and my muscles still tense up while I sleep. I am definitely asking for more blankets tonight!

Back to today….we arrived at the coffee plantation by means of my Spanish teacher’s truck and the scenery leading up to the finca was gorgeous. Once again, we traveled through the lush green countryside staring at scattered villages, distant volcanoes, and plots of crop land somehow existing at extreme inclines. The plantation was also beautiful as in the distance it is easy to spot the seventh most active volcano in the world. We had the pleasure of seeing it erupt a few times today. Fact: Guatemala has 27 volcanoes, and among them the third and sixth most active volcanoes in the world. This coffee plantation is unique in that it produces very little coffee compared to the other much larger plantations and the coffee grown is very, very high quality and mostly organic. I learned that it is actually impossible to make coffee 100 percent organic but this plantation hopes to be 98 percent organic in the next two years. Currently it is about 92 percent.

In the midst of the visit, I learned a lot about coffee that I definitely never knew. I saw my first coffee plant; the fruit of the plant, or the seeds, come in red, green, or yellow. I ate the outside part of the coffee seed and it is actually quite sweet. The inside is the “bean” that gets processed into the coffee most people drink. The process starts by picking the seeds and then bathing them in a pool of water. The bath of water helps to separate the red from the green as the red beans rise to the top. Then, the beans get flushed down the drain into another room where the outside of the seed (the sweet part) is separated from the inside (the bean). After the beans are separated they are allowed to ferment for around 7 hours. In a non organic farm, the fermentation process is sped up by chemicals and such making it the process faster. Once the beans have fermented they are once again moved into a different canal, this time the canal helps to separate the different grades of coffee. The canal is structured almost like a river with different levels that borders a large area where the beans are raked, allowed to dry, and then bagged. The best beans sink right away and end up on the first level of the canal while the worst beans float all the way down the canal and end up at the lowest level. The coffee that is drunk in Guatemala, in most homes and at my language school, is the coffee that made it pretty far down the canal. The good stuff is exported to other countries for high prices. After the beans are separated, they are then moved to one of many large drying fields where workers consistently rake the beans back and forth allowing them to dry evenly. After this, the beans are brought inside to a drying machine which helps to bring down the humidity of the bean to the exact percentage of 10 percent. The bean must have a humidity of 10 percent or otherwise it will burn while roasting. This plantation, like many, then ship off the beans to other farms that help to roast and grind the coffee into the product bought at Starbucks. For more information on coffee processing, check out Coffee Processing on Wikipedia. There is also more to the story about coffee in Guatemala and I will share it soon when I write about the Guatemalan economy.

This particular plantation/farm was also unique in that it pays its workers fair wages, provides housing, food, and education on location, and is managed well. I believe that my teacher said that this coffee will become fair trade coffee in a few years making the prices skyrocket. My teacher also has a hookup with a women’s coop in the coffee industry and is able to get some of the HIGHEST quality coffee in the world (the inside of the inside of the coffee bean) for a reasonable price. I think it costs about 20 dollars for a bag. Let me know if you want some!!!

After learning about the process, we took a walk through the plantation grounds and got to see banana trees, plantain trees, and a ton of coffee plants. I took a banana that looked semi ripe off of a tree as I was hungry, but it was very difficult to open the peel and instead of eating an amazingly fresh banana, I got sticky juice all over my hand. But don’t worry, we bought some bananas a few hundred meters down the street and they were delicious.

After the coffee plantation, we drove a bit further down the road and ended up at a community called Las Talmas (I think) that ten years ago was devastated by a volcanic eruption. We parked at the edge of a ravine and began our walk to a hidden lake deep formed by the aftermath of the volcanic eruption. In order to even begin our walk we had to cross one of two suspended wooden bridges that only two or so people could be on at one time. Just crossing the bridge, swaying back and forth, made the trip for me! We continued to walk through the rather barren landscape that was surrounded by rainforests (quite a unique combination), had to cross a rapidly moving stream, and then made it to our final destination, Lago San Pedro. The lake was absolutely framed perfectly with the hills behind it sloping downward toward the center, and the volcano soaring directly above the center. One of the other students had a sweet camera and I will get her pictures very soon! I took a quick swim in the lake, tried to catch some tadpoles with my teacher’s son, and then went back to the shade to relax a bit. Lunch consisted of jelly and cheese sandwiches and fruit. I learned something new about pineapple today, one of my favorite fruits. I ate about a fifth of an entire pineapple, quite a good showing, and about half way through my binge session, I felt as if my tongue was dying. In fact, by the end, I declared it dead. The sweetness and acidity of the pineapple destroyed my taste buds and even now, six hours later, I feel them only starting to recover.

On the hike back from the lake, we passed two young boys on a horse, no saddle, herding about ten cows. Walking through these relatively undisturbed areas, I got a glimpse of true Guatemalan rural life. We were able to watch the cows, baby cows and all, cross the river as a group and it was an amazing sight to see. However, it wasn’t much fun when we ended up following them through five minutes of the trail. There is a reason, in English, we call it bullshit.

Packing back in the truck, we drove back to Xela, back to the city, and back to the cold.

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A Quetzal For Your Thoughts

November 16, 2007 · 1 Comment

Mark Berman deserves credit for the title of this post

I have now been living in Xela for two weeks. Sometimes it feels like much longer, and at other times it feels shorter. I often wonder what I am doing here in the midst of a third world country when I could easily have a comfortable life back home, make decent money, live in a nice place, and be closer to all my friends. I still amazes me that as I sit here writing at this moment, I am in Guatemala, a country that is very foreign to most and a country that I knew practically nothing about two weeks ago. I have walked around the city and bussed around the country with a permanent smile on my face. This smile remains as eat panqueques and frijoles for breakfast, walk through the markets, and have a few beers with the other students at my school. I love the face that I am in Guatemala right now, learning not only Spanish but all about a different society, culture, and way of life. And even though it is painfully obvious that most Guatemalans do not get to live the life of comfort that we do in the States, life still seems to go on here just as it would back home. I have the suspicion that if I decided to move here permanently, my life would not be all that dissimilar from a life in the States (not that I have ANY intention of moving here). My foods would change, I would adjust to life without heat, speak Spanish, and learn how to navigate the old, bumpy roads, but overall most everything would be similar. I guess, as always, life is what you make of it.

The following are some random thoughts, experiences, and observations that I have had over the past two weeks, mainly about Guatemala but not completely:

  • I love hearing and saying “Buenos Dias” and “Buenas Noches”. It makes me feel good to say it to and hear it from strangers, shopkeepers, and friends throughout the day. It seems that Guatemalans take extra care to greet everyone and say goodbye to everyone during brief meetings or long meals.
  • The typical dinner is eggs, black beans, and tortillas. Not quite Ruth’s Chris.
  • Powdered milk seems to be the choice of milk product here.
  • I experienced my first earthquake yesterday. Just a small tremor, called a temblor in Spanish. Apparently there are 50-100 per day around Xela but it is impossible to feel most. I easily felt the ground shake and saw the plants swaying inside my school but it was very minor. Apparently, the last major earthquake here was in 1976 killing around 25,000 people.
  • This is definitely a developing, third world country. It is unnecessary to look at statistics or rankings, it just feels like one. Works seems less formal and sparse. Everything seems less organized. Streets, transportation, and industry are not quite up to par with normal standards. People struggle to survive. Women are not even close to equal. Most people are not educated.
  • Although many Guatemaltecos have refrigerators, they do not seem to like to use them too much. Normally one would refrigerate eggs…but here they do not. I have confirmed this to be true with the other students in my school.
  • I discovered how to make the water in the shower hot. All it involves is turning the contraption only a little bit, not all the way on. I may never leave my house because of the hot water.
  • You are not supposed to flush toilet paper at all in Guatemala. However, if you don’t use a lot it goes down and easy.
  • The roads and sidewalks are terrible, honestly terrible. The sidewalks in Xela are all different heights, crumbling, different widths, and something to be seen.
  • The little girls and boys are very cute. The girls seem to be a lot older than they are because of a lot of them have their ears pierced and wear colorful dresses. I made friends with the cutest 8 year old girl named Norma who is the daughter of one of the cleaners of my school. We talked about hobbies and listened to Disney songs last Friday. She is definitely better in Spanish than me.
  • I am much taller than most Guatemalans and stick out like a sore thumb.
  • The socioeconomic class structure is shaped like a pyramid. Lots and lots of poverty at the bottom.
  • This week three older individuals started at my school. One single woman and a married couple ranging in ages of 50-70. I think that these people are awesome.
  • I still love Lorena’s family. Her parents invited me over for dinner to her grandmother’s house in Xela while they were visiting. Lasagna, veggies, bread, and wine. Yum!
  • It is really difficult to live in another language. As difficult as I thought it would be and far more tiring, yet I continue to enjoy it.
  • It is very cold at night in my house. I sleep with sweatpants and a sweatshirt on and I still feel cold. The roof in my house is made somewhat of tin and somewhat of wood with little to no insulation. I am not sure I will make it Xela through the winter; maybe I will move to the lake.
  • I know about 2 percent of the language right now.

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