Days 140-146: Quetzaltenango, Guatemala
To being our second week of Spanish class at Pop Wuj, we both felt a bit under the weather from a stomach bug and the chilling rain from the Volcan Tajumulco trek. At the beginning of class, my instructor Katy sensed I didn’t feel well, and sought out the advice of Mynor, Ashley’s teacher. Mynor seemed to be the jack of all trades at the school- among other things he had a lot of knowledge about herbal medicine. He jotted down a handful of spices to combine into a tea. Katy and I walked a few blocks and picked up manzanilla (chamomile), yerba buena (spearmint) and epazote (wormseed) from the curbside market. Mynor doled out the correct amount of each herb and after simmering the herbs, I drank a few cups of the flavorful tea.
Tuesday evening we attended a presentation from a professor regarding the political history of Guatemala and the current political scandal and the effects on the upcoming election. After learning about the long history of corruption and abuse of former presidents, the current situation was not so surprising. The professor came across as being highly optimistic that the current calls for electoral reform and resignation of the president were signs of positive change for the country.
Wednesday was stove building day. Katy and I teamed up with another student Scott and his teacher to build the “first stage” of the stove. Started years ago, the stove project provides enclosed wood burning stoves for poor rural families that only have the means to cook over an open fire in their cocinas. The enclosed stoves are more efficient, saving wood as well as creating a much healthier environment by venting the smoke through a new chimney. Immediately as we walked into the large building housing the kitchen, the effects of the open fire were overwhelming. A thick layer of soot covered the entire interior of the room, and the odor was staggering. We got to work prepping the cement blocks by soaking them in water, and cutting some in half and quarters with dull machetes. Our fearless leader Carmelita, who also worked at the school and the guarderia, laid the first course and taught us the basics of applying the mortar to the joints. At the end of the morning the basic structure of the estufa was completed and ready for the next stage involving lining the interior with bricks and applying the metal cooking surface. We were welcomed by the recipient family and they bought us some snacks as a show of gratitude.
Again we visited the guarderia Thursday afternoon. I sat with a young boy as he read aloud, and Ashley helped a girl who was deaf with her math homework. In the evening we gathered for dinner of mac and cheese prepared by Scott. At dinner we received our “diplomas” along with a handful of other departing students. In hindsight the lessons enabled me to ingest lots of vocab, and learn a few different verb tenses. Conversing with Katy about the differences in Guatemalan and American cultures (and our love of donuts) gave me much needed speaking practice. To celebrate our last day of school we went out for a dinner of Chinese dim sum at the Sublime Cafe. Saturday we made plans to stick around town with a handful of other students to watch the biweekly government protest held in el parque central. Hundreds of locals turned out, signs were plastered around the square, and noisemakers were sounding off. A large formation of a thousand or so university students paraded into the square, having marched from the university down the road. Many passionate speeches were given, and a human-sized pinata of a rat was strung up onto the pillars in the park’s circular platform. There were no violent actions, and only a handful of police were in the area. In case anyone missed out, there was a small helicopter drone with a camera, presumably recording the entire event. That evening we had a dinner with much of the family at the homestay and exchanged small gifts.
Our final day with Ramon and Estella we said our goodbyes and they graciously drove us across town to a hostel, Casa Seibel, to spend one more night. Shortly after arriving we hopped on the local bus to Zunil and then a pickup taxi up to Fuentes Georginas, a mountain-side resort centered around hot springs. Having all the best tips, Ashley knew to head away from the main resort area into the jungle to find an isolated pool. Sure enough we hiked down a short but slippery path and followed the sound of a waterfall to a pair of small pools fed by a spring. The water was a bit too hot in the first pool, but just right in the one further downstream. The best part was there were only a handful of other people who were there since there are no signs for it. After an hour we trudged back uphill and discovered we made the right choice- the other pools were very crowded and looked a lot like a water park instead of a natural spring.