tu casa es mi casa...over and over the last three days i have heard these words. Im staying with a family of our friend Rinna who is a Guatemalan now Canadian who is here visiting her family. When she heard i was planning to be in Guatemala at the same time she insisted i come and visit. She said, the house is simple but my home is your home, you are so welcome. I arrived late on Jan 13 and was picked up by Ivan, rinnas nephew, Milka, like the german chocolate, her sister, and Rinna and driving in a beat up old car, literally falling apart through a guatemala city night to a small house in zona 12, greeted by family and shown my small room. The smell of the exhaust nearly knocked me out! Culture shock for sure.
Five adults and two children are living in this house now, its about 1000 sq. feet but could be smaller. Rinnas family are lower middle class guatemalans and their welcome was wonderful. Even if i manage to come here as often as i do, i forget it seems in between times when im back in canada how different this country is, how loud this city is, how dirty, how poor the indigineous are and how overwhelming all this beauty and trouble can be. Its good to be reminded.
My bed is by our standards hard to deal with, but i fell into a deep sleep the first night and have slept so well all three nights. Food consists of tortillas, beans, fried eggs for breakfast, usually chicken, rice and salad for the main meal, and more beans for dinner.
Vendors come by the house all the time throughout the day and on the first morning a fruit truck pulled up and we went out and bought a ton of fruit, when they saw me emerge from the house a couple of eyebrows at least went up. I guess gringos arent a common site in this neighbourhood. I went shopping with them to stores that looked similar to home. They dont have a car so take a taxi wherever they need to go, its much safer than the buses, which are a nightmare inside and on the road. We spent a quiet day that first day, making plans for the trip to chinique, organizing a car, walking around the neighbourhood and welcoming about 10 people who dropped by throughout the day.
After many options, one of which included hiring the neighbour to drive up to the Quiche in this beat up old pickup, we opted for the safest and most comfortable option, we rented a car and Ivan came as our driver. We left the next morning early, picking up the car, making friends with the manager of the car rental place, all of this is research for future tours.... He was very happy to meet us, im sure dreaming of future business. We got on the road, Rinna, Ivan, myself, and Milka and Rinnas mom....everyone comes along on an adventure like this. Picture a brand new Mazda 3 driving through the guatemalan countryside. The road was fairly good, except for a few massive potholes that we had to avoid and about 10 speedbumps through one town that our mazda just couldnt handle so at every bump a few of us jumped out so the car could make it over! The mayans sitting along the side of the road im sure just shook their heads in disbelief.
We stopped in Chichicastenango for a quick market adventure, Thursday and Sunday are market days, so amazing and then continued on to the Quiche Province and the village of Chinique to visit Betty the principal of the school, stay overnight and partake of the yearly fiesta that was going on that day. We finally made it to Chinique to be greeted by lunch of chicken, rice and beans and another warm welcome, your house is my house. Betty was so grateful for the donations, school starts there on monday and she loved all the books and will use the donation, partially to buy more books and some to fund some of the students tuition for the year who would otherwise not be able to attend school. Many families have to choose which child of theirs will be the one to go to school, since many can barely afford to send one. She wept of course at the size of the donation and was delighted to have us.
The fiesta was HUGE. Everyone was in the town, Betty lives right beside the main square so there were dances, loud marimba music everywhere, fireworks going off all night long, and a special pilgimage into the church for people to pay homage at the statue of the black jesus of esquipulpas, many candles, beautiful. Its so hard to put all this into words that you can fathom, ill try and post some picture when im in antigua. Betty has a big house with alot of rooms so we all had a place to stay that was more than adequate. The people are always so worried that what they have isnt good enough for us. It is so simple but so more than adequate, their welcome far outweighs any material possesion they could give me, the welcome is a deep gift. I slept so well!
The next morning, more dances, more beans and eggs and tortillas and more gratitude. I dragged Ivan and Rinna for a walk around town and then we got into the car to drive back to GC after a tearful goodbye to Betty. We faced the speedbumps again, stopping for lunch at a very good buffet for travellers, 39 Quetzales, which is about $5. We stopped in Antigua on the way home, wandering through the cobblestone streets, sitting in the main square drinking coffee, listening to a marimba band play, savouring the day and time spent away. We got back into the luxury vehicle which is slightly surreal for me, and made out way back with much laughter accompaning us. I decided to keep the car for the weekend and Ivan and I are going to the beach tomorrow, im sure half the family will join us. Ive never been to the beach in guatemala so that will be a new adventure. Sunday no plans yet but ill keep you posted.
The Spanish is going well, im listening well which is tiring and im having little lessons along the way, im probibly learning more than i realize.
Life is truly a deep adventure of possibility, promise, story and people if you are open to it. I feel so blessed by the welcome above all welcomes, tu casa es mi casa.
to be continued....