These past few weeks have been along the same lines as October. With the end of the school year, I’ve been spending more time working with and visiting families. It’s been a good change of pace. With schools, work was a lot more hectic as I had to try and control a class of kids. With families, it’s chill. We go out, work outside all morning and then eat a huge lunch.

Beyond the family gardening, I’m trying to get some projects organized with the agricultural committee of the cooperative. A couple of weeks ago, I took them out to the farm of a Mennonite family that’s working in the town next to the cooperative. It’s basically a huge school garden that they’ve been working on for the past few years. It’s pretty advanced, so I wanted some coop people to see it in order to generate some ideas. So far, I’ve got them sold on using earthworms to make organic fertilizer as well as making guisquileros. The worm-composting consists of making big box filled with weeds and coffee pulp, throwing in a bunch of earth worms and waiting three months for the worms to work the mix into fertilizer. The güisquil is a type of squash that grows wild here. A güisquilero is a set of vine poles that you can set up so that the squash grows above the ground and thus leaves much more fruit than it would in the wild. At the moment, we’ve got this built and the worm box is pending, so we’ll see how that goes. I also showed them a rabbit project that people got interested in, but that’ll have to wait.

Besides work, I’ve been going to a graduation and wedding parties that have been a blast. A Q’eqchi party usually lasts all day and includes heaps of traditional food and lots of Marimba dancing. On the whole, these parties are pretty amazing. Throwing a party is a huge investment for a family that usually involves somewhere around 50 chickens, a cow and hiring a marimba band. Moreover, they usually invite the whole community. I went to a graduation party yesterday where I had seen women preparing the food two days in advance.

At these parties, the deal is that you show up with a gift, salute the host and then eat an enormous meal. The food is always yu, which is boiled meat with a sauce made of corn meal, tree tomatoes and lots of oil. With the dish you always get a ton of tortillas and tamales as well as a separate bowl of soup. At first, I thought the soup was just salty broth with tomatoes. However, I was in the kitchen yesterday and learned it was in fact turkey blood.

After eating, you hang around and dance Marimba for hours. At first, I was totally shy about the dancing as I wasn’t sure about who I was allowed to dance with. I could just see myself asking someone’s girlfriend and getting thrown out of the party. Luckily, the norm is that you dance as much as you can with anyone. As such, I end up dancing with girls I teach to 70 year old grandmothers. By the end of it all, I’m totally exhuated as a marimba song can go on for over 20 minutes. For me, these are the events where I just realize how strange my life is here. I could have never imagined myself bouncing around a party way out in a Q’eqchi community and feeling totally comfortable and accepted, but here I am.

The only other major news to report was the Shakira concert I went to last week in Guate and Halloween. For Halloween, Roger, Dave, Miguel and I were the probably the only people in costume in all of Coban, so it wasn’t all that crazy. However, last week’s Shakira concert was sweet. Guatemala doesn’t get too many major concerts, so Shakira was a major event. The stadium was packed and it was a great show.

For the moment, I´ve got a couple more weeks of work before we celebrate Thanksgiving in Coban. After that, I´m headed to the capital for my mid-service medical checkups and conference. Not too long after that, I´ll be home for Christmas. Can´t wait.

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So I let that last post stay up for awhile as I don’t think I’m gonna be able to top it any time soon. However, the last month and a half or so of “post-trauma” have been busy and really rewarding, so here’s the story. I finished my first school year, I worked some more medical missions and it´s harvest time for corn on the cooperative.

With my schools, this last month has been pretty fun as we harvested the gardens and I got to work with the kids showing them how to cook the veggies. More importantly however, one of my schools won a prize for best school garden in Alta Verapaz and third best on the national level. As such, the Ministry of Agriculture lent us a bus to take all the kids to Salamá, the capital of Baja Verapaz. Most of the kids had never left their village, so just getting a ride out was a big deal for them. At the ceremony, they also got some prizes such as wheel-barrows and hoes—not terribly exciting, but the spectacle of watching the kids out of their element getting this kind of attention was hilarious. The all got dressed up and when they were formally recognized they had to get up and sing some school songs. They started singing in front of the whole audience at a just-barely audible level. The kids in the front row were terrified and kept turning around while everyone else just kind of looked down. Most people in the audience kindly smiled while I was busy laughing my ass off and taking pictures. Besides the stage fright, they all seemed to love it and I got a real kick out of just witnessing the whole spectacle.

After the ceremony, I spent the rest of the week running around with the ag. trainees who were up in Coban for a field-based training with me. They worked with some of my schools practicing lesson plans, working in family gardens, playing soccer etc..it was a blast.

Since the trainees visit, the school year ended, so I’ve got some more time than usual on my hands. This past week, I ran around a couple weeks translating for some Canadian doctors. Monday, we drove way out to some remote villages in Northern Alta Verapaz and Tuesday we worked in the Polochic Valley south of Coban. Both places were fairly remote, so we got to see patients who rarely get much medical attention. We worked straight from about 7 to 5 with no more than a 10-minute break for lunch. Each day, I sat with a doctor and translated either directly to the patient or to a Pokomchi or Q’eqchi translator. I translated for a few patients in Q’eqchi, but my vocab is small and mostly limited to agriculture, so answers to questions like “Describe your menstrual cycle for the past 3 months” blew right over me. The patient lines were out the door, so the days were long and totally exhausting. We saw all kinds of ailments from hernias and prolapsed uteruses to lipomas and a couple depressing cases of terminal cancer. With these missions, most people walk out better than how they came in, so every now and then, it’s good to work in something that sees immediate results.

Besides the medical missions and everything else, I’ve been spending a lot of time with families on the coop outside of work. Right now is the corn harvest, so most people are busy with that and love to invite Marsha and myself along. It’s an all day affair of breaking down corn stalks and hauling around big gunny sacks of the ears. Between the work, we just joke around and eat a ton of tortillas and tamales. With the end of the school year there’s also been a lot of graduation parties and even some weddings. Yesterday, I started with a wedding at nine, the reception at noon and then a graduation party in the afternoon. Overall, I think I racked up about 4 hours of Marimba dancing.

These activities are so much fun. Compared to where I was a year ago, I’m so much more comfortable around everyone. It used to be that I was too worried about offending someone’s cultural sensibilities and didn’t know enough people to feel at ease. At this point, I know most everyone pretty well, so it’s really fulfilling to be able to participate in the events and just hang out all day.

From here, I’ve got about a month and a half more before my trip home for Christmas. I can’t even begin to explain how excited I am for that. Till then, my biggest event is the Shakira concert I´m headed to this weekend.

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Ever wonder how much my right testicle is worth? Me neither, but here’s the answer:

Honestly, I really don’t even know where to begin with the story of this week, but I guess I’ll go with a short description. I got sick on Monday, then got flown out of Coban in a helicopter and spent the week in the hospital for an infection in one of my testicles (if you think this is gross, I’d stop reading now). Bottom line is, I’m almost back to normal and I can’t wait to have all this behind me. Here’s the story:

I spent last weekend in Antigua after having been in Cobán for a good two months (mostly in good health). After coming back on Sunday, I woke up Monday morning, got out of bed and all of a sudden felt like someone had just drop-kicked me in the nut. It was awful, but the pain was confounded by the dilemma of how to remedy the situation. I got back in bed and the pain went away. I thought, “Maybe if I just lay here awhile, it’ll go away. It’s just a rush of blood at the wrong moment or something, right?” Wrong. I tried to get up to make breakfast and about threw up from the pain. Laying down, things were totally normal, but as soon as I got up, the invisible man in the room would be waiting with his steel-tipped boot to send me right back down. So I got back in bed and tried not to think about getting up or really addressing the situation.

However, while I was in bed, I had plenty of time to think over the worst-case scenarios. You can imagine what that might be like, so I finally got the courage to call the Peace Corps. I practiced the line a few times so as to not sound horribly awkward. It came out surprisingly easy, and the nurse had me go right to the hospital. Apparently, the symptoms I described meant I could have a contorted testicle (i.e. tubes in a knot) and without treatment in a couple hours, I could lose it. Needless to say, I got my ass to the hospital regardless of the pain. The Coban doctor didn’t believe it to be contorted, but had no ultrasound to rule it out. Essentially, he gave what would later be the right diagnosis, but we didn’t know at the moment. So, not being able to rule out a contortion and potentially being an hour away from a Lance Armstrong situation, Peace Corps had to protect against the worst-case scenario.

The doctor told me it was unlikely I was going to lose anything, but that I needed to get to the airport because a helicopter was on its way. I would pinpoint this as the moment where things went from understandable and normal, to “Holy shit they’re sending a @#$% helicopter!” It was all very strange.

So, I busted it over to the airport, which is nothing more than a dirt road in a big field. It’s not the kind of place you expect planes or helicopters to actually land in. There were kids playing soccer on the runway and construction workers eating lunch. They were clearly not expecting any arrivals soon. Moreover, there was lightning everywhere and a big storm approaching. I still couldn’t believe that a helicopter was actually coming, and I imagined that if it did, there would be some awful disaster with the storm or that the chopper would at least land on the kids’ dog or something.

It started to rain and then out of nowhere, there was a helicopter. I hopped in, laid on the gurney, and when I looked out the window, we were already out of Cobán and above the storm. At this point, I pretty much trusted what the Coban doctor told me, so I felt like it was a big overreaction. A couple hours earlier, I had thought I was just going to begin another normal week, and there I was on a gurney in a helicopter cutting through the mountains.

The ride took about 30 minutes (as opposed to the normal five hours it takes by bus) and we landed in the international airport. There was an ambulance on the tarmac and I made it to the hospital in another 15 minutes. There were 3 doctors waiting and they got me an ultrasound and ruled out the contortion, thank God. At that point, it was just strange. I had at least 10 different people “probing” me and I was getting wheeled all over the place. I think I’d just stopped trying to understand it all and just let the day run its course. By the end of it all, the doctors figured out that it was a urinary tract infection gone awry, not a contortion. However, I was glad to be in the capital as the infection did end up getting somewhat serious.

I spent the next few days in the hospital in total bed rest and until they let me out on Thursday. I had visitors and spent a lot of time on the phone, so it wasn’t such a bad deal. The Peace Corps med staff really pulled out all the stops, so I felt pretty comfortable. Now, I’m back in Antigua where they’re having me stay until I’m cleared for travel. The infection is just about gone, but tomorrow I’ve gotta get a final clearance by the doctor in the capital. It will be good to have this all be nothing more than a long story.

So, that’s the week news. On a different and far less dramatic note, here are some pics of my new apartment where I hope to be tomorrow night.

I live on the second floor.

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Since Honduras, things have become very tranquilo. Basically, things have normalized for me to the point that all the random stuff going on around Cobàn is not so surprising anymore. That might help to explain why I haven’t updated this blog in awhile.

As of August 31st, I will have been in Peace Corps for a full year. I got kind of sick this weekend and couldn’t sleep much, so I had a lot of time to mull that over. Honestly, it’s amazing how quickly the time has shot by. Without seasons or semesters to measure, it’s hard to grasp a year in Guatemalan terms. My neighbor Roger, who is in the Ag program a year ahead of me, is now getting ready to finish up his service. One year from now, I’ll be in the same position having to leave Cobán.

It’s frightening having to even think about what doing after Peace Corps. Starting out, these two years seemed like an insurmountable amount of time. The first 6 months in site went by so slow that it was hard to imagine an exit. Now one year in, I can clearly see an end. What makes is scary is how much I’ve gotten used to living and working here. It’s that realization that some time soon, I’ve got to think about changing it all up.

On the bright side, it’s been a busy year and more than I could have imagined. Thank God I’ve got another one left.

Recently, there has not been too much to report on. Work has been steady and I’m pretty comfortable with where I’m at. My stove project is mostly finished and I’m trying to work more the cooperative women’s group. Also, I’ve been getting after the Q´eqchi classes. I’m able to carry out basic ideas and am beginning to get the hang of what people are saying.

Since coming back from Honduras, my plan has mainly been to try and really focus on work. Thus far, it’s been very rewarding. Compared to where I was a few months ago, I’m much more comfortable with my schools and everyone I work with. With one fairly successful project completed, I have a better idea of how to approach people and involve them. Basically, I see this period between my last trip and Christmas as a time to try and really get a lot done.

Other than that, the only other major news is that I moved apartments. My old place got too full of mold and was always loud. My new spot is in the big building with a family downstairs. It´s right in the middle of Coban and I´ve got an apartment on the second floor. House warming party this weekend.

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This past month or so since my last post has been wonderful. For one, I’ve been able to travel around a bit, once here in Alta Verapaz and again with John O’Connor visiting this past week in Honduras. Moreover, the projects with work have turned out well despite my periodic absences. To top it off, I think I’ve finally kicked the illnesses that have been plaguing me for the past three months (basically since the wet season began). The only significant downturn was a major one. I had a two-day bout with e.coli that made for hands down the worst 3 hours of my life. However, I think the cipro I took has given my system a clean slate.

Anyways, a few weeks ago, I headed up about 3 hours north of here to camp at Laguna Lachua with some friends from Coban. Word has it the lagoon was created by a meteor way back when. Essentially, it’s a perfectly circular lake in the middle of the jungle. The waters are turquoise and clear. What’s more, the lagoon is filled with tropical fish, tarpon and huge crocodiles. Its remoteness and strange animal life give the lagoon a fairy-tale like feeling. The locals claim that if you swim out too far, the tarpons will encircle you, create a whirl-pool and take you down with them.

We got eaten alive by mosquitoes, didn’t pack enough food and got soaked in our tents. Still, it rocked. It was worth the half day we got to swim around and jump off the rocks.

A week or so later, John came down from KC for a two-week visit. From the airport we went right to our all-Peace Corps 4^th of July party. We held it at the embassy marines’ house. It’s the one time of the year that a party is held where almost all volunteers come together. As you might imagine, it’s total mayhem. What’s worse is that we invite all the people from the embassy, including the ambassador to come see us cut loose like no other. Image issues aside, it was a blast.

From there, John came up to Coban as I had to work before heading to Honduras. He checked out the cooperative for a day before heading up to Semuc Champey. In the meantime, I worked with my school kids before getting floored by e. coli. When John came back two days later, he was full of stories from Semuc and luckily missed the two days I spent in bed.

That weekend, we took off for our trip to Honduras. We stopped first on the Guatemalan side of the border in Esquipulas to check out the Black Christ. It’s a Christ-figure carved out of dark wood that has become the biggest pilgrimage site in Central America. It’s like Fatima in the way that people come away miraculously cured. Perhaps it wasn’t the cipro that cured my ills. Strangely, right as I tried to take a picture, my camera freaked and erased all my photos, so clearly something is going on there. From Esquipulas, we headed over the border to Copan, Honduras. There we met Meghann and Katherine and checked out the Mayan ruins. It’s not quite Tikal, but Copan is famous for the Mayan glyphs preserved on its site. It was a cool stopover on the way to Utila.

From Copan, we spent the day traveling by bus and ferry to make it to Utila, one of three Bay Islands off the northern coast of Honduras. It’s a chill Caribbean island settled by a mix of Garifunas, ex- English pirates and mainland Hondurans. The place is pretty much undeveloped except for the handfuls of dive-schools, hotels and restaurants. At the surface, it seems pretty scruffy, but the standard of living is higher than the mainland and the people are really warm.

The island is pretty small and we only got to know the area between our hotel and the Utila Dive School where we all took our open water course. That really didn’t matter however as it was so much fun learning to dive. I’m addicted and I am completely rethinking my future travel plans in terms of how to get back to diving.

Our Catalan instructor, Angel has been traveling the world for 15 years as a mountain guide and dive instructor. We frequently referred to him as super man and he’s now an idol to all of us, really. When John marked on his dive form that he was diabetic, Angel just ripped it up and had him fill out a new one. Instead of teaching from the book, he basically strapped all the gear to our backs and had us jump in the water after him. Besides Meghann jumping in un-inflated and almost drowning her first time in, it was a great way to learn. The man was fearless and it was impossible not to follow him. He’s logged over a 1000 dives with no one ever getting hurt and survived the tsunami while teaching in Thailand. We had an Irish girl in our class who broke down crying at the end of the class because she was so happy someone could get her through the course.

We dived 6 times in open water and it was amazing. I spent five hours underwater on my birthday. I could really go on for hours about it. Angel lent us his underwater camera, so I put up a bunch of the pics on my photo site (www.guatedan.smugmug.com).

I’m back in Coban now and there’s plenty to catch up on. Leaving Guatemala for a bit was great, but it does feel good to be back.

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Again, I´ve been pretty lazy with the posts. Things have been plenty busy, so the time passes much quicker than I realize. The short version is that I´ve been working a lot with family and school gardens, got sick for about a month with various afflictions and I had a wonderful time when Liesl and John came to visit.

Now that the rains are back, it´s been good to get back into the ag. work. More than anything, this is one of the most rewarding part of work as I get to spend the days outside working with the families. About a month ago, I got invited to take part in the corn planting. Might not sound like much, but it plays a major role in Q´eqchi culture. We had to go in a cave the night before to give offering to the mountain spirit. The following morning, we started planting and didn´t finish till that evening. What´s interesting is how the people stick to the traditional practices. I had read an anthropologists study on the Q´eqchi from about 20 years ago that studied the rituals of the planting. Surprisingly, much of the traditions have held true over the year. For example, there are strict rules over how to plant, what you can eat, and of course that only men can plant. Marsha, my sitemate got stuck making tortillas in the kitchen, but to her credit, my hands were blistered and I was beat by the end of the day.

As for my ailments, I first got hit about a month and a half ago with awful food poisoning, Unfortunately, it hit me mid bus-ride on my way to the capital and lasted a good 36 hours. I let you imagine what that looked like. Later I got these crazy side-stiches that put me down for a week. Luckily by the team Liesl and John came, I was all better. However, two days into the trip, I managed to fall on a rock as I was getting into swim in Lake Atitlan. The water was Mediterranean beautiful and we were just getting ready to swim when I slipped and took a nice chunk out of my knee. Four stitches later, we were back in the water, so it wasn´t too bad. Also, on the last day of their trip, I got some nasty stomach bug, again, but I´m getting used to those and feeling better now. So the health has been touch and go, but all else has been good.

Liesl and John just took off this past Sunday. They were in for a little over a week and it and we managed to see a good chunk of Guatemala. We started it off posh by spending a night in Antigua before staying in a hotel carved into the cliffs over Lake Atitlan. Besides the whole previously mentioned rock incident, it was amazing. Afterwards, we headed up north to the town of Nebaj. We hiked around with our ex-guerrilla guide Nicolas for a day out to a village. The hike was stunning. The villages are up in the high Cuchumatanes mountains. The don´t look like anything you´d imagine out of Guatemala. The mountains are sharp with green valleys in between, it looked like something out of Switzerland.

After Nebaj, we took the long trip back to Coban where we took it easy for a couple days. I´ve gone easy on the detials. Basically, I got treated like a king for a week and I think John and Liesl really enjoyed the trip. It´s rare that we get to spend that much time together between just the few of us. It was a great week and should be encouraging for any other potential visitors our there.

At the moment, I getting back with things at work. It should be quiet for at least a couple weeks. However, today I got a one line email from none other than John O´Connor saying he´ll be here in three weeks. Life loves throwing curve-balls.

Since the last entry, things have stayed busy and all over the place. Most notably, Mom and Dad came to visit for Holy Week and I spent all of last week working on a medical team. Having Mom and Dad down was a great change of pace. In comparison to normal, I lived like a king for a week. We started out Tikal, then came down to Coban and Semuc Champey before heading down to Antigua and Lake Atitlan. For me, Tikal was the highlight as I had yet to make a visit. Compared to Coban or the highlands, the Peten is it's own universe. For one, it's flat and hot. Inside of Tikal, it's a lush jungle with loads of monkeys, ocellated turkeys and jaguars (so we heard).

After Tikal, we spent a few days around Coban and my site. After that we spent about 5 days just taking it easy in Antigua. One day, we went up to visit my training host family and another we took a day trip up to Lake Atitlan. Just relaxing in Antigua was great. It is definitely a tourist center, but it's just really good to soak it up sometimes. Check out Dad's photo site for the pics:
http://www.jimmyo.smugmug.com/

The week after Mom and Dad left turned out to be pretty slow. As I was gone for Holy Week, I really didn't plan anything for the following week. As such, there was little to do and it was hotter than hell, so pretty boring all around. This past week however, there was a medical mission in a town about 45 minutes from Coban. I had met the organizers before and they asked me to come down and help out with translating. Basically, a group of about 30 doctors, nurses, dentists and helpers came down from Michigan for the week to perform operations and give consultations. Since their time is limited, they cram in as much work as possible.

I spent the first part of the week helping the recovery nurses to communicate with patients after surgery. Most of the people had were having their gall bladders removed and hernia operations. It was myself and a few other volunteers doing most of the translation, so they had us working long days. We would usually get up around 7 to start and would still be helping the post-op nurses till about midnight. It was exhausting, but the need and the importance of the work seemed to keep us all awake and somewhat alert.

As the week went on, the surgeons started inviting us in the OR to watch. Later, they let us scrub in and get involved in the operations. This mostly involved holding retractors to keep people open. By about Wednesday, most of us had gotten a chance. At first I thought I'd get grossed-out by the whole thing, but the doctors got us right in and we didn't have time to think about ourselves. Basically, I just stood there quietly and did whatever the doctor said so to not screw anything up.

That night, I was beat, so I crashed early. At about 11:30, another volunteer came in as I was sleeping to tell me that "I was need in the OR, stat." My reaction to that was, "OK, this is total bullshit. I'm the only person in the hospital asleep and they just wanted to wake me up so I can run into the OR all excited and what not only to get laughed at." Also, you don't generally call history majors into the OR. As hard as it was and still is to believe, they actually did want me in the OR. The last scrub nurse had been working all day and about passed out, so they were out of people. Somehow I got the call.

One of the doctors had been trying to remove a gall bladder when the woman's main bile duct ruptured. So what was a routine 2 hour surgery ended up going over 5 hours. When I got into the prep room expecting to find everyone laughing, they were waiting for me with scrubs. So in about 10 minutes, I went from deep sleep to holding retractors across from a doctor covered in blood. What was so crazy is that I didn't even have time to ask questions. They just threw the scrubs on me and sent me into the room. At the time, I didn't have the slightest idea of what was going on. It wasn't until afterwards when everyone was calmed down that I had any idea of what kind of surgery it was or what had happened. I just stood there holding this woman open without a damn clue of what had gone wrong or why in the world they would want me as a scrub nurse.

Luckily, things turned out well for the patient. She's got a bit of recovery time yet, but should turn out all right. After that whole ordeal, the doctor had me scrub in for the rest of his surgeries. It was interesting and somewhat flattering, but completely exhausting. I've been sleeping 10 hours straight every night since I got back.

Overall, the week was a great change of pace. With medical missions, no one has to worry about sustainability. They are just providing a very needed to service to as many people as they can. In this work, you see the results right away as opposed to the years it takes with my normal job. I do enjoy what I'm doing right now, but it's simply nice to see things happen so quickly. A good week for sure.

Coming into my service here in Cobán, I was definitely expecting there to be a lot of down time. However, up until now that has really been a non-issue. These last few weeks have been especially busy and all over the radar. For one, Brandon, my old roommate came down to visit and travel. I also had my ¨Reconnect¨meeting in Antigua with the rest of my training class to sort of regroup and talk about where we´re at. At the moment, I´m back in sight after a fairly grueling week.

Getting out to travel a bit was an exhaustive but good experience. We took a few days to go visit the Eastern side of Guatemala. We started out by going to Río Dulce, a small river town about 20 miles in from the Caribbean. From there, we took a boat out to the mouth of the river to Livingston, a Caribbean Garifuna village that looks more like Belize than Guatemala. The river tour was by far the highlight. The area is thick with jungle and Africa hot, however there is hardly any development or residents for that matter. Unlike most other places I´ve seen, it was a pretty untouched piece of Guatemalan nature. Contrastingly, Livingston was dirty and fairly rough around the edges, yet it was interesting to see this completely different culture. From Belize on down the coasts of Guate, Honduras and Nicaragua, there are small populations of Garifunas. They are of African descent, speak their own language and hold onto their own traditions far different from those of indigenous Guatemala. Livingston is the center of Garifuna culture in Guatemala. Beyond the village scene, we were able to walk up the coast a few miles where we found a cool beach. Livingstone was interesting and all, but after a full day of bus travel, the hammocks on the beach were a welcome sight.

After Livingston, we took what was quite possibly the worst bus trip ever. Going from the Eastern seaboard to Antigua requires that one passes through the arid and desert-climate departments of Guatemala. Our bus was a jalopy and only had flat backed, narrow vinyl seats. What´s worse is that we were both having pretty serious bouts with stomach bugs. So, that sucked, basically. Luckily, with Antigua as our destination, we got to enjoy the mountain climate for the rest of the week. We climbed Volcán Pacaya the next day before Brandon left for Atitlán and I went to my reconnect meetings. It was great to just have a relaxed week in Antigua with all my friends that I hadn´t seen for months. The whole experience felt like training again; pointless meetings and no responsibility-a definite break from my hellion 3rd graders. I also got to spend a day catching up with my old host family from training. Leaving was something of a downer as I really enjoyed my time in that part of Guatemala.

Coming back to site this week has been a bittersweet experience. Workwise, I got a lot done planting with my women´s group every day. However, on Monday I got news that one of the coop kids, Bryan, who is the 8-year old son of the president had died while I was in my reconnect meetings. I haven´t been here that long, but I knew him briefly. He was adorable and was close with all the past volunteers. When I got back to site, they had already had the funeral, so it came as a big surprise frustration as I couln´t be here to deal with it. They don´t really know what it was. All I got was that he died from an "internal pain." He got sick one day and died the next. This is what is so depressing about the whole matter. While he came from a family that had done relatively well for themselves, they still had no access to even nominally adequate medical care. It´s just plainly frustrating and sad to see someone die who had been climbing out of the poverty that afflicts almost everyone else.

It has been interesting to watch how people here come to terms with death. Superficially, people just returned to work and seemed to go about their way. I know mothers who have given birth to 20 children and lost 8 of them. With those types of experiences and everything that happened with the war, it is easy to imagine that people just deal and move on. From my point of view, I just can´t imagine it possible to be attached to so many children with death lurking all over the place. However, while I was planting with a mother from my women´s group, we started talking about it. She said losing a child was "un dolor que nunca se quita, que se queda toda la vida" or "a pain the never takes itself away, one that sticks with you all your life." People are careful where to express themselves, and it mostly comes off as if they are really simple and subdued. Though given this experience, I can only imagine how much there is behind it all.

Since my last entry, work has been busy, but good. I am teaching in schools usually two days a week and then working with families on the cooperative the rest of the time. Most of my coop work has been with a women´s group where we work in different member`s garden each week. Other than that, I´m still working on putting a stove project together, but that`s going to be a fairly slow process before things really get moving.

The only really big news as of late has been the change of administration at the cooperative. Every two years, the coop members elect a new president and directive who are essentially in charge of all decision making concerning the tea and all development issues. This includes our projects as well. For me, this change is great as the last president tended to dominate all projects and intimidate the other people in the office. He gave the last volunteers a lot of problems. However, the new president is much younger, university educated and an all-around easier person to work with. We are still just getting started with him, but already, I can see how things are far more relaxed around the office.

For the change of administration, the coop threw a big all day assembly followed by an enormous feast. We killed over 200 chickens and something like 60 turkeys. For the meal, you just get a big chunk of bird with a mountain of this traditional corn meal sauce on it. All 600 people just sort of grabed a plate and went to town.

Beyond work, I´ve spent that past few weekends here in Coban. A friend of mine just opened up a language school, so handful of other foreigners moved to Coban. We´ve got our own ex-pat circle going. My buddy Brandon just took off from the States by bus last week and should be here in Coban by the 18th. It´s my first visitor, so I´m pretty pumped. I´ll put up another post after then.

The last month has easily been the busiest thus far. Mostly, it´s been good, but I´m also feeling pretty overwhelmed by all the work people are asking of me. Primarily, it was my own doing by saying yes to too many ideas. I started is the Coban school this week. The kids are wonderful, but they want me to work two four hour shifts with them. I agreed to work one day a week and they turned that one day into an eight our straight shift of teaching. Kids are great and all, but trying to control 35 at one time really sucks. Moreover, planning for that takes a lot of time and it´s taking away from my primary project on the cooperative. Given that, I think I´m gonna try and make my exit from that school this week. They´ll probably feel pretty let down, but damn, I gotta protect my sanity. If that all goes as planned, I´ll be working in one school on the cooperative and I´ll be able to focus more time on my other projects.

As for other ideas, we are tying to put together a stove project. Like most people in Guatemala, the families all cook over open flames inside the house. On any given day, you can see smoke pouring out from under the roofs. This style is traditional, however it´s terrible for people´s health. In fact, some studies consider it to be the leading cause of premature death. I met an NGO director that runs a stove project who got me on the idea of bringing it to the cooperative. Essentially, the stove runs off 70% less wood, it eliminates smoke from the house and drastically reduces the chance for burns. The doctor who designed the stove got his ideas from seeing repeated burn victims and hernia patients. This was all related to the way people cooked over open fires that required large amounts of wood to be carried in. Check out the site for more details:

http://www.onilstove.com/

Anyways, someone from the NGO came out to the coop last week and gave a presentation about the stove. The people were delighted and are really interested in the project. We think we can get some funding from the Rotary Club so that everyone can afford it. This should be a project that runs over the next two years. The funding will take awhile as will the delivery of the stoves. More importantly however will be the training an upkeep of the stoves to make sure everyone knows how to use them correctly.

This whole stove idea came from a chance encounter I had with the director of the Helps International NGO at one of their medical missions around Coban. The NGO runs the stove project, but their main focus is bringing in doctors to rural communities. So the whole stove idea began with the experience of taking a coop kid to the medical mission run by Helps. He had a really severe burn on his hand from a house fire a few years back. The scarring basically melted the back of his hand to his forearm. I had talked to the dad about taking him in to see a doctor and then we heard about the mission on the radio.

We showed up with Anibal to the hospital only to see about 2,000 other Guatemalans waiting. I remember sitting outside the gates thinking that there was no way we could get in. Luckily though, I met one of the American nurses who got us an appointment. With the mission was a plastic surgeon who was able set up an appointment for the next day. We came back the following morning and the doctors removed the scar off his hand and placed in a skin graft.

This experience was by far the most intense so far. I had to translate and explain the procedure to the dad who had never even heard of anesthesia. I just remember trying to get this howling kid into a surgery smock while explaining the details of a skin graft to the father. They were both terrified and I felt way in over my head. Thankfully everything has turned out pretty well. The skin graft took hold and he should be able to start using his hand again.

The only other hijink was that the doctors left me in charge of changing the bandages. We cut off the cast about two weeks ago and I about barfed when I saw what a skin graft looks like. It´s disgusting if you couldn´t guess. I had no idea what to expect and I couldn´t tell if things were going all right, so I asked a Guatemalan nurse to take a look at it. He responded by telling me it was infected. Of course I freaked. As reliable medical care is nonexistent here, I had horrible ideas about what could happen to the kid if he didn´t get in to see someone. I called around and eventually ended up taking the kid to see another group of American doctors in the area. The checked it out and said it looked just fine. God I hate the Guatemalan medical system. I changed the bandages again yesterday and it still looks gross, but I was assured by the doctors that it´s supposed to be like that. Anibal can move his fingers for the first time and he says he doesn´t feel any pain. It is a huge relief to see that it is working out.

All in all, the last month has been crazy. Mixed in between all thes events were two awful spells of diarrhea, but I really don´t need to get into that. Hopefully I´ll get this school business worked out and things will calm down for awhile.

I´ve been in site for awhile now. Really though, that first month was something of a jumble. Between running back and forth for the holidays and moving apartments, I never really felt settled down. However, during the past couple of weeks I have been able to get a grip (I think) on what life should be like here for awhile. Mostly, I should be pretty busy between planting with families, working in the two schools and training sessions with both a women´s and youth group (also, more language classes). It feels like a lot.

Moreover, there is a heavy cloud ouncertaintyly weighing over these activities. It was pretty unrealistic to think my three months of training would be enough to start weighing in on everyone´s ag techniques. As such, I´ve been taking a rather humble approach as to making recommendations. When I go out to plant, it´s under the impression that I know more than everyone else. Not true. I´m trying to take in as much as possible before I even try to rock the boat. So for now, most activities are something of an experiment and a lesson. It will be awhile before I really know what work will be the most effective. Till then, I just gotta run with what people are willing to do.

Oh. I also went to Semuc Champey a couple weeks ago. It was awesome.