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If you wondered what happened to my blog, all I can say is sorry for not completing it. The good news is I'm off on another trip, this time equipped with a netbook, which means a brand new blog. You can check it out at http://summeronrepeat.wordpress.com . Hopefully this site won't have have the text wrapping issues that blogger sometimes has.

Adios Muchachos!

Cancun and Isla Mujeres Pictures

My brief time in Cancun and Isla Mujeres still provided lots of photographic opportunities.  For a larger view click on the slideshow.

xx,

gwen

Hot Springs and a Cemetery

Dear Readers,

Finally, we are almost at the end of my experiences in Xela. Christmas Day was business as usual, except I didn't have to go to school, apart from that there was nothing special going on. To make the most of my day I decided to take a stroll down to the Xela Cemetery. The Xela Cemetery is not on the usual list of tourist destinations in Guatemala, but I decided to check it out after my Spanish teacher, Martha, told me a sort of ghost story.

Once upon a time, there lived a gypsy in the town of Xela. No one knows what a gypsy was doing in Guatemala or how she got there, but she was there none the less. Sadly, whatever fate had brought her to Xela also doomed her to the life of a star crossed lover. The gypsy fell in love with a man far above her station in life. Of course, his family disapproved and sent him packing for Europe. She faithfully waited for him, but the years passed by with no word from her lover. One day the man returned to Xela, with a wife in hand. The gypsy couldn't believe the cruelty of the world and died of a broken heart. She was buried in the Xela cemetery, and everyday since her entombment a single red rose appears on her grave. No one knows who places it there, but long after the death of both the gypsy and her sweetheart, a rose continues to appear.

So...I went to the Xela cemetery to see if I could find this haunted tomb. Martha told me the general area in which the grave was located, but I never found it. This was a bit of a disappointment, but the elaborate tombstones and mausoleums were worth the trip.

Later that day I started to fell sick. At first I thought maybe I had become possessed by an evil spirit when I was in the graveyard, then I realized it was my old friend the stomach bug ( I didn't know it was a parasite yet), come back to haunt me.

Being sick caused me to miss my last day of school and the very important lesson on the correct use of the subjunctive. It also shifted my plans for leaving Xela back a day. My original plan was to spend Saturday tying up loose ends and getting my act together and then to leave for Antigua on Sunday. Instead, because I was still feeling weak, I decided to go with my friend Danny and some of his classmates to the restorative hot springs at Fuente Georgina.

To get there we had to first take a bus to Zunil. In Zunil we hired a truck to drive us to the hot springs. Alternatively, we could have walked but that is and eight km trek uphill. With the four of us splitting the cost of the truck it wasn't too expensive. 

The ride up to the springs was very beautiful as we passed campesinos working in the lush green fields, and at times hair raising; literally, because it was windy and, figuratively, because we were sitting in the back of the truck driving on narrow mountain roads as the fog started to roll in. 

Along the way we picked up some Mayan women who were either enjoying the ride, or laughing at us gringos holding on for our dear lives.

We arrived at the springs feeling cold and wind battered, which was perfect for wanting to get into the hot water. Boy was it hot! At Fuentes Georgina the hot spring is diverted into three man made pools each one increasing in size and water temperature. We quickly changed into our swimsuits and made our way to the second pool, which could be described as hot tub hot. Hanging out in this pool was relaxing but too crowded. Once we got used to the heat we moved over to the big pool, which I would describe as being ridiculously, melt your skin off, hot. 

I found this third pool to be unbearable and had to sit on a rock with just my legs dipped in. Eventually even that got to be too much for me. You really have to be careful in these hot springs. People faint all the time.

Our taxi would only wait for an hour and a half so we soon found ourselves bundling up once again for the windy ride back. By this time the fog had really thickened, and I really thought perhaps we shouldn't be driving so fast around those curvy mountain roads. 

You can sigh in relief though, because I wouldn't be writing this if we hadn't made it.

Back in Zunil, as we waited for the Xela bus to fill up we walked down to the river to see the local women wash their laundry. There were large concrete basins set up by the river with hot spring water flowing directly into them. 

Unfortunately all of that soapy water flows straight into the river, which can be described as a hot dirty mess.  

That about wraps up my week in Xela.

Next Time: Antigua, the tourism capital of Guatemala.

xx,

gwen

Finally some pictures!

Hi Everyone!

I'm finally back stateside, so expect lots more posts more often. To start here is my photo essay of Havana.

xx,

gwen

Noche Buena aka Christma Eve

Dear Readers,

'Tis the season to be jolly. Finally, Christmas! Or more importantly Christmas Eve! Indeed, in Central America the high point of the Christmas season is not Christmas day, but Christmas Eve.

Despite the fact that Christmas Eve is a big holiday, life goes on pretty normally for most of the day. I had Spanish class as usual in the morning. It seemed that most people went to work as usual, but some businesses did close early, while others remained open to accommodate the crush of last minute shoppers.










I let myself get carried away in all of the last minute shopping mania, and hit the downtown market. I had never seen so many people squished into a market. It was worse than Chichicastenango. I didn't buy anything at the market, but on my way home I stopped at my favorite bakery, called XelaPan, and picked up a cake as my contribution to Christmas Eve dinner.







Around eight o'clock it was time for the big dinner, which consisted of the very traditional Guatemalan style tamales made with rice or corn meal with meat and sauce tucked inside, which is then wrapped and cooked in banana leaves. My host family served these tamales to me with a side of four slices of white sandwich bread. I was a bit horrified. I was greatful to them for sharing their home with me during the holidays, but anyone who knows me knows that I don't like eating dry food. I get too much dry food in my mouth and slowly I feel my throat tighten and feelings of suffocation flood my brain. When I looked around at everyone else's plate I knew it could be much worse. Instead of white bread, the kids had a side of corn tortillas to go with their corn tamales. To me this is like having a side of toast with your french toast in the morning. Guatemalans love their corn meal! Where was I? Yes, I was staring down at my Christmas dinner when I noticed my saving grace, which was the ponche, fruit punch, made by stewing fresh and dried fruits, and seasonings. After every bite of dry carbohydrate I would immediately wash it down with a sip of ponche.

I want to like tamales. I really do. I like the idea of moist corn dough wrapped around delicious stewed meat, but most of the time they just disappoint. Mainly because there's not enough sauce involved, or there isn't enought meat, or it's too dry, or too mushy, or maybe... Anyway, the point is that I didn't really like the tamales, but I didn't want to be rude, so I ate both of them and all four slice of white bread, and I drank a LOT of ponche.






After dinner we broke out the cake which was a huge success.






When the cake was gone I somehow rolled myself out of my chair and headed down to the local hostel to meet up with some fellow travellers. We then walked around for half an hour looking for a bar that was open to celebrate baby Jesus' birth. It was nice to get out and forget about the tamales and white bread for a bit. I didn't stay out for long because I had promised the kids that I would be back by midnight so that I could watch them blow themselves up. Okay, not really, but it sure felt like they might blow themselves up.




Midnight is the climax of the Christmas festivities, and people pour into the streets to watch five year old lighting dangerous fireworks. Some people get a little bit excited and start lighting fireworks a little earlier than that (like maybe since the beginning of December). It was fun to watch the action, but there was no way I was going to light off any of those dodgy fireworks, better to leave that to the children.





Eventually we ran out of fireworks and it was off to bed with visions of sugarplums dancing in my head.

Next Time: My last entry on Xela! I promise.

xx,
gwen

p.s. Did I mention the suicidal Santa?

The Children of the Sun

Dear Readers,

One of the perks of going to Spanish school is that they have afternoon activities or excursions. I decided to go on one of these to the neighboring town of Zunil. There weren't very many students at my school at the time, so I was the only one going on the trip. Marvin, the school manager, drove me in his car to the town which was about fifteen minutes away. Zunil is a small somewhat charming town, inhabited mostly by farmers who work in the nearby fields. The town is not that exciting but it did have some interesting tidbits.

First, we walked up a very steep lane to Zunil's cemetary which was set a top the hill the town is built on. Unlike US cemetaries the ones in Guatemala are colorfully painted and decorated.













From the cemetary we went in search of San Simon, whom you might remember from an earlier entry. San Simon is an effigy that people pay respect to in order to receive love and fortune. He wasn't in the spot where Marvin last remembered. They had recently held the celebration of San Simon, so now he was in his new home somewhere else.

We then walked into the town plaza where a handsome church stood.














I think the people outside where selling some sort of moss like material for use in Nativity scenes.

From the church we walked into the market where all the local produce is sold. Zunil is in the heart of a very rich agricultural area so the veggies looked excellent. Besides the produce, I also saw two albino Guatemalans. To some this may not seem very interesting at all, but earlier that day my Spanish teacher, Martha, told me that Zunil is known as the villiage of hijos del sol, the children of the sun. In Mayan culture it is highly auspicious and celebrated to have an albino child, because their pale features are a sign that they are direct decendants of the Sun. For whatever reason, Zunil seems to be genetically blessed with albinos, therefore receiving this title. Martha had built up the specialness of these people so much, that I was surprised to see them working away like normal people.

From the market we went to the new home of San Simon. Unlike Maximon, this San Simon had a much more human appearance. He was more mannequin like and, that day, was dressed in an outfit that I felt was part Texas Ranger, part Military Man. (The clothing are gifts from patrons.) Another neat thing about this San Simon is that he had the ability to drink. If you gifted him with some booze, you could tip his head back and pour it straight down his throat. While you wet San Simon's whistle you can ask him for all of those special favors in your life like a good man, or some money. Out of respect for the two women watering the saint, and as Marvin liked to point out, "asking for a husband," I decided against taking any pictures. I did, however, take a picture of this dog, with something disturbing looking in his mouth.



Next Time: Noche Buena!

xx,
gwen

Chichi-cas-te-nan-go!

Dear Readers,

Today I take you to the small town of Chichicastenango, Guatemala. While in Xela, I found a Spanish school that was organizing a trip to Chichi, so I payed them a little money to take me with them. Truth be told, I could have probably figured it out myself, but as I wasn't that comfortable with the chicken bus system, I decided it was best to follow a guide. Truth also be told, afterwards I decided the guide wasn't much of a guide, but I was still glad I went with a group merely for the company.

Chichicastenango is a small village in the western highlands of Guatemala. It is famous for it's large market on Sundays (and maybe Wednesdays?). On market days not only is a ton of stuff being sold, but the townspeople also perform some Mayan religious ceremonies, which I think may be mostly for the benefit of the tourists. The Sunday that I went happened to be a legitimate holiday in Chichi to celebrate Saint Juan, so the place was packed. As I mentioned in a previous post, Mayans adopted the Catholic religion but used varying saints to hide their worship to their real gods. I have no idea who Saint Juan is supposed to represent, but it sure produces some interesting celebrations.

It took about 3 hours to get to Chichi from Xela on the chicken buses. When we finally arrived it was already about 11 am, so we had missed some of the activities. Unfortunately, I missed the one where a couple of men attach themselves by their feet to ropes hanging from a very tall pole, and then swing around it. After getting off the bus we made our way to the main square, which was nestled between the town's two churches. Various stages were set up along one side, and a salsa band played music to the crowd. The only people dancing were a group in the middle of the crowd dressed up in giant feather headresses, masks, and sparkly costumes. Nobody else was dancing because they were all packed into the square like sardines. Our guide, who was not so much a guide as he was a warm body, had no information as to what was going on or the significance of the ceremony. Here are a couple of videos and some pictures.








After watching the mayhem, we wandered around the market for a bit, before deciding that we were hungry and that we wanted to eat lunch. Lunch went on far too long, so that by the time we were finished we didn't have much time to see many other parts of the market, including the ceramics and silver. Our guide led us aimlessly through the market and eventually we popped back out onto the main square. By this time the crowd had thinned out, which is a shame because that's when the really interesting dancing was going on. A group of people in furry animal costumes were dancing about like possessed stuffed animals. Creepy and cuddly at the same time.





Soon after, we had to leave Chichi so that we could get back into Xela at a reasonable time. I would definitely recommend the market to anyone going to Guatemala, but I would say to get an early start to give yourself plenty of time to look around.

Next Time: Zunil. The city of the children of the sun.

xx,
gwen