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Dear Diary,
Its been a while since my last entry... Been pretty busy and out of touch. As my last entry mentioned, May has been a very trying month with my boys. The week before my third descanso brought more interesting situations in the house. Senora Bea, the lady in charge of the kids who stays at the orphanage (not the head director), involved herself with my boys more and more as the days wore on. It seemed like every free moment the boys were supposed to have was taken away from them and she forced them to clean. It grew very tiresome for them and for me, as I was forced to stay with them and help organize the cleaning. These cleaning sessions might at first have been necessary for them to get back in touch with how their rooms should be cleaned and how their chores should be done, but after a while, these punishments did not serve a purpose. If these punishments were given for them to behave better, it surely was not working. The wake up hour was changed from five in the morning to four in the morning. Around this same time, I found out that for some reason, Senora Bea had some problems with me and I guess found it hard to talk to me. I tried to talk to her about this several times, but I most often found that these conversations would end in her rambling on about how the cat has fleas, and avoiding the issue of some type of bad communication between us. Whatever the case may have been, I left for my third descanso angry at her, very tired, extremely sick, and not understanding why my kids could not understand how to follow simple rules.
The company on my third descanso was a charming little lady named Leigh Ann. A nurse from Tennessee, she came to the casa thinking she might help in the clinic, and ended up being a teacher for the pre-k class. Having similar tastes in music and many philosophies to discuss we set off to explore more of Guatemala. Traveling north, we visited a beautiful lake, Lago Petez Itza situated next to Tikal, the ruins of a Mayan civilization about 1500 years old. Traveling back down south from the Peten along the Mexican border, we got into an interesting situation trying to push a broken down pickup truck with no lights towards a town we had no idea the location of - not to be worried though, we hitched a ride with some other friendly locals who put us in the back of their truck where there were a few lively chickens. Then, another stop off in the north west at a national park called Laguna Lachua, a beautiful, untouched lake, where the fish did not know the danger of being fished, and where I accidentally swam a lot closer to crocodiles than I would have normally if I knew they were there. From there, it took a lot longer to get to Lago Atitlan than we imagined, because we ended up taking the smaller, unpaved roads through the Alta Veracruz, the Highlands. Besides the twisting and turning of our small micro bus and the rocky, muddy roads, a huge landslide at one point separated us from our destination. Hiking over this landslide to get to the other side of the road where we could pick up another bus and continue our travels provided some very comical situations. Arriving in Lago Atitlan, where I spent my first descanso, we met up with an old volunteer and returned her green backpack we´d been lugging along our whole break. We broke up the trip back to Rio Dulce, staying in Antigua, a the old colonial capital of Guatemala, where old Spanish churches sat in ruin next to coffee shops and comedores. It was a lot of traveling, but it being my last time to travel around a country I´ve found so beautiful and visit with local people I´ve found so friendly, it was well worth the countless hours in the buses.
I am now back at the orhpanage. It is weird to be back knowing that I have only two weeks left. Daniel, who I had been working with previously, changed positions after having some incidents with the kids. There is a new orientador, Marc, from Spain, who I am handing off all of my expertise to. He will take over the captains chair when I leave. So far, it seems we have the same philosophies on how to handle situations and how to mold these children´s lives, and so I think it will be a smooth transition. After initiating a couple new systems in the house, the kids seem to be responding well. Their behavior seems to have improved. Either that, or possibly I am just trying to enjoy my last weeks with them...
New pictures posted. Enjoy.
Looking forward to a music filled June, a good amber beer, and to seeing some familiar faces back in California - not quite a bad place to return home too.
Chris