<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022</id><updated>2024-12-06T03:31:46.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>L-i-v-i-n&#39; Guat.</title><subtitle type='html'>This will be my daily/weekly/as often as I can...blog about my adventures living in Guatemala for 6 months. Most of all it will be my place to keep friends/family/loved ones up to date on what the hell I&#39;m going through...likely it will also serve as my psychiatrist, as writing usually does.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-2589591287772127653</id><published>2008-12-17T11:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:06:08.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thesis (missing graphs/charts)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Jóvenes: El Futuro de Guatemala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 de diciembre de 2008&lt;br /&gt;Kira Peterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Introducción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Guatemala es un país con demasiada gente viviendo en pobreza o extrema pobreza. Pero también es un país con una tasa de natalidad mas alta que la mayoría de los otros países en Centro América. La pobreza es un gran problema, pero una tasa de natalidad tan grande también nos muestra que la gente esta teniendo el sexo sin importarles la salud publica, las mujeres, ni los bebes. Muchos problemas viene de este, por ejemplo, abortos peligrosos, enfermedades de transmisión sexual, y mortalidad infantil. Es verdad que disminuir la pobreza y lo demás de los problemas en un país es tan difícil y una gran tarea, pero no es imposible. Muchas veces los jóvenes no van a la escuela o la clínica porque están tan lejos o porque están trabajando para la familia. El gobierno tiene programas pero programas que no funciona. Es necesario que el gobierno use sus programas y incorpore a los jóvenes en sus planes para empezar una revolución de educación y educación sexual para evitar problemas de la salud y asegurar el futuro de Guatemala no estará en tanto pobreza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;El Problema de Investigación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No hay duda que Guatemala tiene muchos problemas; de la basura en las calles a la corrupción en el gobierno. Uno de los problemas más grandes es que la mayoría de la gente, 56%, esta en pobreza o extrema pobreza. El segmento más vulnerable de la población es la gente indígena quienes son 43% de la población y 75% de ellos viven en pobreza. Guatemala es uno de los países más poblados en Centro América y es el país con la tercera tasa de natalidad más alta1. Es interesante que un país con tanta pobreza siga teniendo más y más hijos cuando tener hijos es una gran responsabilidad y un gran inversión y la gente se queda en pobreza. La gente de Guatemala, los indígenas especialmente, continuarán estando en pobreza si la tasa de natalidad no disminuyera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Definición del Problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; La tasa de natalidad es definida como el número de partos por cada mil personas. En Guatemala la tasa de natalidad es 114/1000 mujeres entre 15 – 19 años de edad y como muchos países, la tasa de natalidad para mujeres jóvenes rurales es mucho más alta como mujeres jóvenes urbanos  (133 vs. 85/1000) 1. No solo es la pobreza un problema que viene de una tasa de natalidad más alta, esto significa que muchas personas no están usando métodos de control que pueda prevenir embarazos no deseados, propagación de enfermedades, y salvar las vidas de las madres y los niños. Debido al hecho de que la mitad de la población de Guatemala es indígena y  el 20% son de 10 – 19 años de edad, los embarazos a temprana edad es un tema muy importante para el futuro de Guatemala2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Justificación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Guatemala es un país donde es obvio que hay un problema con la planificación familiar y la pobreza. Casi cada mujer tiene, por lo menos, un hijo cargado en la espalda con una carita sucia y llevando la ropa vieja y gastada. También si usted habla con alguna mujer, ella le responderá que la mayoría de las mujeres con hijos son madres solteras y han dado a luz cuando tenían edades menores. Dar a luz durante la adolescencia es un problema para la salud publica, la mujer, y el bebe por muchas razones. Por ejemplo, los embarazos no deseados por no usar anticonceptivos, fracaso de anticonceptivos, o abandono de anticonceptivos resulta en abortos peligrosos y enfermedades como VIH. Una publicación dice que el 80% de las madres jóvenes en áreas urbanas y el 70% en áreas rurales son de los 50% de hogares más pobres3. Esto significa que la pobreza seguirá existiendo porque madres jóvenes y pobres tienen que cuidar a los niños y no pueden tener más educación que las ayudaría a tener una mejor vida. El desarrollo de Guatemala económica, social, y políticamente esta en los manos de los jóvenes y lo que pase depende de la cantidad y calidad de educación sexual que los jóvenes tengan ahora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Objetivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  El propósito de esta tesis es analizar las causas y los efectos en Guatemala, respecto a las mujeres, y los hijos cuando una mujer da a luz siendo joven. También es para demostrar que los programas de educación sexual que ya existen, no están funcionando y como mejorarlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Investigación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Asunto de Salud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Los jóvenes que tienen hijos cuando son de edades menores representan una gran amenaza a la salud publica, a su salud, y a la salud del bebe. La tasa de natalidad nos muestra que los jóvenes están teniendo relaciones sexuales sin protección. Muchas dirían que el problema con los jóvenes y el sexo no es tan grave; lo grave son las enfermedades de transmisión sexual como VIH que son muy contagiosas y puede matarlos. Se sabe que 556,000 jóvenes, de edades entre 15 – 24, viven con VIH/SIDA en América Latina y El Caribe; 69% son hombres y 31% son mujeres. Los niveles de relaciones sexuales fuera del matrimonio están aumentando, el uso del condón, algo que no es frecuente, y el 75% de casos de VIH transmitido a través de conducto heterosexual; la necesidad de atención es enorme3. Los jóvenes no usan anticonceptivos por algunas razones. La falta de educación es el problema mas grande luego son inaccesibles las clínicas para jóvenes rurales. Solamente 1 de 4 jóvenes de edades entre 15 -24 han tenido alguna instrucción sobre anticoncepción y menos de 3 de 10 han aprendido algo sobre la salud reproductiva incluyendo menstruación y VIH/SIDA4. En Los Estados Unidos las jóvenes reciben información de muchas lugares, por ejemplo, los padres, los medios de comunicación, escuela primaria y más adelante en su educación, y de los amigos o hermanos. Usualmente, la información sexual no es un tema que los padres Guatemaltecos les guste hablar con sus niños y si hablan, la información llega demasiado tarde, esta repleto de mitos, es demasiado prohibitivo, y no investiga los temas de intimidad y placer3. La proporción de mujeres usando métodos de control es doble entre mujeres urbanas y mujeres rurales (31 vs. 13%), triple entre mujeres jóvenes no indígena e indígena (26 vs. 8%), y cinco veces entre las mujeres mas educadas y menos educadas (40 vs. 8%)1. La literatura dice que hay una fuerte asociación empírica entre la disminución de la tasa de natalidad y el alto nivel de educación que una mujer tiene. En áreas rurales es mas difícil asistir a la escuela porque a veces no hay una escuela en millas y las madres quieren que sus hijos trabajen en lugar de asistir a la escuela. Además, los indígenas hablan en su propio idioma y muchas veces la educación es dada en Español, agravando la situación. Ese no es el caso para jóvenes urbanos y no indígenas donde hay escuelas con sus puertas abiertas y Español no es un problema; pero, muchas veces allí, la educación sexual, tal vez, no exista o sea un tema muy corto que los jóvenes olvidan o del cual no se preocupan. La accesibilidad a las clínicas en las áreas rurales es el mismo problema que la accesibilidad a las escuelas. Muchas veces hay una clínica para servir a 3 o 4 comunidades y esta muy lejos. Otras razones por las que los jóvenes no usan protección es el miedo de que alguien los vea en la clínica, la desconfianza de la medicina moderna, y razones religiosas. La falta de uso anticonceptivos produce amenazas para la madre y para el bebe también. Las madres que no quieren a su bebe por alguna razón, a veces quieren terminar su embarazo y buscan opciones para practicarse un aborto. En Guatemala el aborto es ilegal excepto en casos cuando el parto puede matar a la madre. Porque el aborto es ilegal, las mujeres tienen abortos muy peligrosos realizados por comadronas o doctores que en realidad, no son doctores. Muchas mujeres están hospitalizadas por tratamiento de complicaciones de abortos ilegales, de hecho, 27,000 mujeres son hospitalizadas cada año y 1/5 son de edades entre 15 – 19 años1. También, dar a luz cuando es joven antes de alcanzar la madurez puede poner la salud de la joven en peligro y puede aumentar el riesgo de muerte para su bebe durante la infancia3. Además de esto, jóvenes pobres usualmente no visitan la clínica para asistencia prenatal y debido a que son pobres, no tienen una buena nutrición, todos esto contribuye a la tasa de mortalidad materna e infantil la cual es la tasa mas alta en  Centro América.  En estas tasas, mujeres indígenas sufren tres veces más que no ser indígena1. Las hijos de mujeres jóvenes y pobres probablemente vayan a tener una malnutrición debido a la falta de comida nutriiva que los pobres comen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;El Futuro de Guatemala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; La mayoría de la población de Guatemala consiste en los jóvenes. Todo el mundo sabe que el futuro del mundo esta en las manos de los jóvenes. En Guatemala, es especialmente importante porque el país tiene problemas que están dando vueltas sin parar como la pobreza, contaminación ambiental, y la salud. La pobreza es una cosa que la gente de más edad debe tratar de mejorar para el futuro educando a los jóvenes ahora. Si los jóvenes fueran mas educados en el tema de educación sexual, posiblemente la pobreza disminuiría. Mujeres quienes dan a luz cuando son adolescentes tiene mas riesgo de ser pobres y puede crear más desventajas económicas y sociales. Un estadístico puede mostrarlo: el 62% de los mas pobres dan a luz cuando son jóvenes, 52% en el medio, y 27% en los mas prosperos5. Mujeres quienes empiezan a tener hijos en las edades menores usualmente tienen familias más grandes, y madres jóvenes y sus hijos quienes están en pobreza, comúnmente no pueden salir de la pobreza. Esto significa que si mujeres jóvenes siguen teniendo hijos a edades menores, la pobreza va a continuar. Educación ahora es la única manera que puede ayudar a la gente a salir de la pobreza en años venideros. Según La Universidad de Harvard, un país puede ver crecimiento económico por el aprovechamiento de la dinámica poblacional, como ha ocurrido en muchos países en el Este de Asia, cuyo crecimiento rápido se llama, “Milagro Económico”. Ahora hay muchos países, como Bolivia, Guatemala, Haití, y Honduras que tienen la oportunidad de tener un milagro económico también porque la mayoría de la población es joven8. La manera en que los países pueden tener el milagro económico, y tener cambio social y económico, es mediante la inversión en la educación y la salud por parte del gobierno. Con eso, cuando los jóvenes alcancen la edad para trabajar, ellos serán productivos y podrán contribuir considerablemente en el PIB (producto interno bruto) del país. Estos jóvenes serían el motor de crecimiento económico y una guía para el cambio en el país. Esto es algo de lo que el gobierno de Guatemala debe darse cuenta y tomar medidas ahora para el futuro del país. Si las mujeres van a desempeñar un papel en el desarrollo del país, y prepararse para su futuro, necesitan educación, una necesidad que no pueden realizar si tienen hijos durante a temprana edad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Programas que ya Existen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Guatemala ya tiene programas y leyes  sobre la salud publica y la educación sexual. En 2001, la Ley de Desarrollo Social creó El Programa de Salud Reproductivo y su Política y El Programa en Desarrollo Social y Poblacion8. El programa de salud reproductiva dirige el Ministerio de Salud Publica y Asistencia Social (MSPAS) y el Instituto Guatemalteco de Seguridad Social para proporcionar servicios separados y especializados para jóvenes incluyendo prenatal y parto con asistencia medica, y servicios para la prevención y tratamiento de enfermedades de transmisión sexual. La ley también dice que todas las escuelas en el país tienen que enseñarles a los jóvenes sobre la prevención de embarazos y enfermedades de transmisión sexual. Sin embargo, muchos de los programas se enfocan en el concepto de prevención de las enfermedades y promoción de abstinencia pero no toman en cuenta los conceptos de familia, cultura, valores, y las determinaciones de salud que son muy importantes en la juventud. En Abril de 2006, después de mucha controversia, la Ley de Acceso Universal y Equitativo a los Servicios de Planificación Familiar fue aprobada. Esta ley hizo el acceso a anticonceptivos universal y gratis la primera vez8. Esta ley parece un buen avance en la ayuda y el conocimiento del gobierno sobre los problemas con embarazos durante la juventud. El problema es que hay un estigma con relaciones sexuales y jóvenes que les hace reticente a visitar una farmacia o clínicas donde hay muchos adultos, y también solamente si hay cerca. Este miedo de tratamiento aumenta los casos en cual los jóvenes no usan anticonceptivos y sus consecuencias negativas. También hay organizaciones no gubernamentales pero no logran a alcanzar a mucha gente; la exigencia es mas que el numero de programas alcanzando a países desarrollados. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;La Solució&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;br /&gt; La solución para mitigar la pobreza a través de disminuir el gran numero de la tasa de natalidad no es tan fácil, pero es posible como ha ocurrido en países de Asia. El gobierno es el primer lugar para empezar. El gobierno necesita poner en efecto las leyes y las políticas que ya existen y juntarlas con programas del gobierno u organizaciones no gubernamentales para asegurar que los objetivos estarán realizados. Conclusiones en Chile indican que una política social que expande la educación y oportunidades de ingresos de mujeres jóvenes y pobres, y provee estas mujeres acceso a educación reproductiva y servicios, con una vista en retrasar tener hijos, pueda contribuir para detener el ciclo de pobreza3. Los programas no solo necesitan enseñarles a los jóvenes la importancia del sexo seguro, sino también las habilidades de la vida pueden ayudarles. Por ejemplo, las habilidades de hablar con parejas, planificación en general, buscar ayuda, y tener buenas relaciones. Muchos programas descuidan que el tiempo de la juventud es un tiempo de desarrollo personal y sexual entonces eso debe estar en los programas también. Los jóvenes no participan en el diseño e implementación de los programas, entonces, los programas no les dicen a los jóvenes que funciona para ellos. Sería bueno que los jóvenes tomaran parte en el diseño de los programas porque ellos saben sus deseos y preocupaciones. Los programas pueden hacer grupos de jóvenes en cada comunidad, aldea o área de la ciudad en donde los jóvenes pueden ir para clases de educación sexual, anticonceptivos, o solamente para charlar con alguien de la misma edad y genero. El gobierno debe financiar una campaña en medios de comunicación, como el periódico, comerciales, carteleras, y en la radio para alcanzar a la mayoría de los jóvenes en Guatemala. Estos medios de comunicación deben ser sobre la importancia de asistir a la escuela, de esperar para tener hijos, de usar anticonceptivos para prevenir enfermedades de transmisión sexual, de tener cuidado medico prenatal y para el parto, y no tener miedo de encontrar ayuda. Estos medios de comunicación deben tomar en cuenta que muchas personas son muy religiosas y necesitan respetar este tema para que funcione. También necesitan estar en el idioma apropiado para cualquier región. Aquí también es donde los jóvenes deben tomar una parte en como los medios de comunicación pueden funcionar para ellos mismos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Conclusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; La tasa de natalidad en Guatemala es demasiado alta por la cantidad de pobreza que existe. Ha sido averiguado que el ciclo de la pobreza continua porque los jóvenes tienen hijos a edades muy tempranas. La pobreza no es el único problema que viene de los jóvenes teniendo hijos; la propagación de enfermedades de transmisión sexual, la mortalidad materna e infantil, y el futuro de Guatemala también son cosas en las que hay que poner atención. La educación es el instrumento que puede cambiar todo; lo cual ha sido demostrado en otros países. El gobierno ya tiene programas pero no están funcionando por algunas razones. El gobierno debe poner en efecto los programas con esfuerzo y dinero y también crear un medio de comunicación para informar a los jóvenes que pueden hacer algo para el futuro. Además, los programas necesitan cambiar de ser  solo una base de información a una revolución de los jóvenes para los jóvenes y el gobierno debe financiarlo y darse cuenta que el futuro puede cambiar. Con mas educación y acceso, el fracaso de los anticonceptivos y la falta del uso de estos métodos se evitaría y Guatemala vería que la tasa de natalidad disminuye 6. Evitar embarazos durante la juventud aumenta las oportunidades para educación, capacitación, trabajo, y disminuye el peligro de los abortos y puede sacarlas de la pobreza. Los jóvenes son el futuro de Guatemala, si tuvieran mas educación ahora, Guatemala podría cambiar para bien.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/2589591287772127653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/2589591287772127653?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/2589591287772127653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/2589591287772127653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/12/thesis-missing-graphscharts.html' title='Thesis (missing graphs/charts)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-1294472136789910650</id><published>2008-12-17T08:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:38:43.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>Things are winding down here...on Saturday night there was a going away party for us...families came and there was a band and food. Then we went out to La Rumba for the last time dancing. Sunday was interesting...Greg and I decided to go back to the waterpark cause it was so fun and there was no reason not to, so we only told the school mom and left at like 1:30 under the assumption that it closed at 6 or 7. Well, 1.5 hours later we get there, and people are leaving, fine, they got their early right and want to get home? No, it closed at 4, right when we got there. We were pretty bummed. So, then we decided that we were already so far away and didn&#39;t just want to go home and write our thesis, so we asked how far the beach was, Champerico...1.5 away, let&#39;s go! So we got a taxi (otherwise by bus it would be 3 hours) to take us to the beach! Got there while the sun was setting but didn&#39;t go straight to the beach cause we decided to stay the night...why not? Adventure! So we called the school mom again, Gladis and got out class moved to the afternoon for Monday. So, got a hotel, hung out, got up the next morning and went to the beach, showered, waited for our taxi who said he&#39;d be there to take us back to Reu (town), but he never came so we had to figure out the whole chicken bus thing, which turned out to be fine and faster than 3 hours back to Reu. Got back to Xela late, but still had class...everyone was like, what the hell, you went  to the beach?! It was a great adventure and much needed. It was great to actually feel like I was traveling, usually we travel with the group so it doesn&#39;t feel like we&#39;re free. Today we have to do our speech, barf, but it should be fine cause we&#39;re all sitting at a cafe, just talking about what we wrote about, don&#39;t even need to stand up. Should be fine. Tomorrow, Thursday we have our graduation and lunch with the teachers starting at 11. We even get diplomas. I&#39;m NOT doing a speech for thats, thanks is enough for me. We&#39;re all pretty excited to get back to the states...ahhh! It&#39;s been great, exactly what I needed for this time in my life. I got in-state residency for TX and they accepted my appeal for turning it in too late...so that&#39;s all great. Yesterday I got an email for a job interview in Austin for a front desk position at an OB/GYN office...I&#39;ve got a degree and I&#39;m going maybe be a front desk lady...whatev. They have benefits too. Anyways, class has begun and I need to go over my thesis with my teacher. Wooooo CHRISTMAS AND THE STATES, CIVILIZATION, SAFETY, FOOD, FAMILY!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/1294472136789910650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/1294472136789910650?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/1294472136789910650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/1294472136789910650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/12/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-7067926486930853511</id><published>2008-12-11T18:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:09:41.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You should be proud.</title><content type='html'>He escrito 11 paginas de mi tesis. Incluyendo el caratula y las referencias bibliograficas y no estoy terminado. Me estas orgullosos?!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/7067926486930853511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/7067926486930853511?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/7067926486930853511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/7067926486930853511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-should-be-proud.html' title='You should be proud.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-320444720322671547</id><published>2008-12-08T13:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:46:46.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In 2 weeks, I&#39;m back in the homeland.</title><content type='html'>So I figured out what I&#39;m going to write about...it was my original topic. The reason I abandoned it was because 2 other girls were doing family planning too but I realized my topic is more specific and will be juuuuuuust fine to do; besides I already had 8 sources on it. SO, that&#39;s all settled, now I have to bust ass to write it all. This weekend was great! Saturday we just hung around and worked on things, then that night there was a futbol game (soccer) that everyone in the school went to. It was really fun. Beforehand we played power hour, 1 shot of beer every minute per song change, for an hour, it&#39;s fun. So we did that and went to the game. Xela won so now I think that means they&#39;re in the semifinals and there&#39;s another game wednesday. It&#39;s so crazy here, when the team runs onto the field the fans go nuts. They pass out bags full of newspapers cut into 1x1 in. squares that everyone throws so there&#39;s confetti all in the air, there were giant fireworks shooting into the air from 3 different sides of the field, people brought their own giant roles of black cat type fireworks that they light and throw into the field...and no one cares, the police do nothing, it&#39;s so great, I was just looking around smiling like, what the hell is going on. It makes me wonder why we&#39;re so overly protective. I mean yes, people could get hurt, but I don&#39;t think it&#39;s that often or else they wouldn&#39;t allow it, but it makes for an intense beginning to a game. Then Sunday we went to Xocomil...Central America&#39;s largest water park! Weird right? Who knew. It wasn&#39;t that big, but it had all the essentials: lazy river, tube slides, body slides, wave pool, family ride...good times. The whole group went and had a great day in the sun and water. Now, back to clases and within a week, I will be home, weird! I&#39;m excited to be home  but I&#39;m also not excited to have to work and take classes. Also I&#39;ve ran into another problem that, as of right now, UT is classifying me as out-of-state and therefore will charge me out-of-state tuition...one thing I really can&#39;t afford, so I&#39;m back to square one of what to do about this next semester. I am going to call UT if my status doesn&#39;t change in a couple days cause I know they just got my transcript so maybe they just haven&#39;t finished reviewing all the stuff in my application. It&#39;s like, either way, I&#39;m going to have to spend a year in TX to get my residency back, so when do I do that, do I take classes in CO and after come back to TX and spend that year applying for PA school or do I work now and get my residency then take classes then apply....ugh, annoying. I guess it depends on what UT says this week. Will keep you updated. Also, I&#39;ve applied to over 30 jobs now in Austin, none of which, I have heard anything from, crap. Degree = nothing right now.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/320444720322671547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/320444720322671547?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/320444720322671547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/320444720322671547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-2-weeks-im-back-in-homeland.html' title='In 2 weeks, I&#39;m back in the homeland.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-4946660566106283585</id><published>2008-12-04T16:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:28:41.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don&#39;t want to</title><content type='html'>So we&#39;re supposed to be doing research for our 12 page (can and will be much shorter) thesis in Spanish...the one reason I feel like I have to do it is because if I don&#39;t, I would be the only one who doesn&#39;t. I really could give a fuck if I wrote anything at all. I hate doing research, especially if I don&#39;t want to and on a topic I have to pretend to care about  and then do a god damn speech on it. I&#39;m very close to doing jack shit and saying, I&#39;m paying to be here, and if I don&#39;t want to do this, then I don&#39;t have to and shove it up your ass. What&#39;s really annoying is that you&#39;re supposed to present the problem and suggestions to fix it...there is nothing we can do, nothing, Guatemala is fucked, pointless paper, AND, we&#39;ve all heard all the topics anyways so it&#39;s going to be stupid to re-listen to the same shit. In reality, they just want us to be writing in Spanish, so we can really do anything. I could write about the prevalence of clowns at birthday parties or something really dumb probably. I hate writing with structure, I hate doing research and citing sources. I&#39;m out of college, I don&#39;t need this for a grade. Some say they&#39;re doing it to have something they&#39;ll look back on, but, do I really care, do I need something to show me I accomplished something here I didn&#39;t want to do? Why do I have such an issue with this? It seems like such a waste of time. I have 2 weeks left here, the last thing I want to do is sit on the computer researching articles and reading them...I&#39;d much rather watch sex in the city, or movies in spanish, read magazines in spanish, do my homework, memorize vocab, study, chill, enjoy my freedom, learn fucking spanish, not write. I&#39;d like to just sit down and free write in spanish and whatever comes to my mind I&#39;d do my speech on...maybe I should write about love. barf I&#39;m so annoyed.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/4946660566106283585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/4946660566106283585?isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/4946660566106283585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/4946660566106283585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-want-to.html' title='I don&#39;t want to'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-7451347227434216228</id><published>2008-11-30T18:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:43:02.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Maria</title><content type='html'>Today we hiked up Santa Maria, the volcano right next to Xela...took a total of 8 hours. Nice, long, steep hike, the view was amazing. Pictures to come soon. Got up at 5:40 to meet at 6 to get up there, had some car complications, didn&#39;t start hiking until 7am. It was a beautiful day. It doesn&#39;t rain here anymore so the whole way up it was clear and sunny but still cool. Most of the way we were covered by the trees too. What sucks is all the trash the whole way up. It&#39;s not that bad the higher you get, but then again on the peak there is trash and graffiti everywhere. Sucks since it&#39;s so beautiful. The crew today was: Jill, Ruchi, Jacobo, Eric, Steve, Liz (our coordinator), Hugo (Liz&#39;s fiance), and Hugo&#39;s 2 friends, and I. The rest of the Somos crew was at home sick...something happened on Thanksgiving that got most all the group sick and others who ate Thanksgiving; though now to think about it the family here didn&#39;t get sick. Pretty strange since all the food was cooked in the oven or vegis boiled...who knows. So, now I&#39;m sitting in my bed, sore and tired as all hell. We saw all of Xela, the ocean (we think), Pacaya and it erupted (the other active volcano we hiked), the volcano at the lake, and the volcano next to Santa Maria that&#39;s active...and it erupted too. It was neat to see the chain of volcanos, with one side there was land and the other side there was a sea of clouds. Now I&#39;m waiting on pizza, delivery. Good day.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/7451347227434216228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/7451347227434216228?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/7451347227434216228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/7451347227434216228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/11/santa-maria.html' title='Santa Maria'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-4807127318862226702</id><published>2008-11-27T15:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:41:46.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgivvvvvvvving!</title><content type='html'>So we&#39;re here today cooking for turkey day! We&#39;re having a potluck style thanksgiving, since there are like over 20 people going to be here. They don&#39;t have sweet potaotes here, they have something that resembles them though, camotes, that I&#39;m using to cook sweet potaotes! So excited, already done half of it and with enough sugar and nuts, tastes like home. We&#39;re making everything including chocolate truffles and pies! Should be great. Hope you all are having a great turkey day, I&#39;m thankful you read my blog...ha ha, thankful you love me enough to read it, and thankful you&#39;re in my life in general. You&#39;re great. Enjoy the dayyyy and drink enough wine! Love you!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/4807127318862226702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/4807127318862226702?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/4807127318862226702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/4807127318862226702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgivvvvvvvving.html' title='Thanksgivvvvvvvving!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-3042780313156363323</id><published>2008-11-25T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T15:11:06.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>I got tricked. So I thought you could just go to the baptism...but we went to the whole mass..2 hours long! Then like 15 minutes later there was the baptism...so I could&#39;ve gone just to the baptism. It was all interesting though since I&#39;ve never been to a baptism and not to church since  I was really young with a friend&#39;s family. It was fun. That evening we got to meet the founders of Somos Hermanos, Joe and Elise, they were really nice and asked us all sorts of questions about our experience so they can better the next groups. We&#39;re back to full-time class, it&#39;s pretty great. We&#39;re going to change our teachers every week this time rather than every 2 weeks like in the beginning. The weathers great now, hot and beautiful during the day but freezing at night...so much better than rain, and I don&#39;t lose umbrellas anymore! Wooo! Well, movie time! Adios!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/3042780313156363323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/3042780313156363323?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/3042780313156363323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/3042780313156363323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/11/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-468217264576710338</id><published>2008-11-23T10:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:32:32.654-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>Today there is the baptism of the 1 year old here, Sophie...they&#39;re going all out. I guess I&#39;ve never been to a baptism in the states so I don&#39;t know how to compare but it&#39;s a huge deal here. After the baptism at 12, there is a party all day in the backyard...they&#39;ve got tons of balloons set up all over, tables, tents, loud Disney music in Spanish, cakes, and other decorations. Lunch is supposed to be great. I guess I&#39;m going to go to the baptism, why not. The creators of Somos Hermanos are here too so we&#39;ll be meeting them today. I want to ask them why they picked me and if I can see the recommendation letters people wrote someday. Anyway, so that&#39;s my Sunday.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/468217264576710338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/468217264576710338?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/468217264576710338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/468217264576710338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/11/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-5727309041999151540</id><published>2008-11-22T20:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:54:30.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Semuc Pics</title><content type='html'>Check out also in Amy&#39;s Picassa album pics from Semuc Champey! And, if you want to read better writing about things that have happened here, check out Greg&#39;s blog: myguat.blogspot.com.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/5727309041999151540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/5727309041999151540?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/5727309041999151540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/5727309041999151540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/11/semuc-pics.html' title='Semuc Pics'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-5727582574671571248</id><published>2008-11-22T13:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T15:47:48.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>El Salvador</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style=&quot;width:194px;&quot;&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/kiralandispeterson/ElSalvador?pli=1&amp;gsessionid=ejJh3ztJL6JFw4Xlzct4SA#&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PQU1QwnEYaA/SSh1cluxbgE/AAAAAAAACwc/AAnMmgU-heY/s160-c/ElSalvador.jpg&quot; width=&quot;160&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; style=&quot;margin:1px 0 0 4px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/kiralandispeterson/ElSalvador?pli=1&amp;gsessionid=ejJh3ztJL6JFw4Xlzct4SA#&quot; style=&quot;color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;&quot;&gt;El Salvador&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;El Salvador was great and exhausting. Each day we had like 3 different meetings for 9 days. We learned a lot about the war there, heard the two different political parties speak (ARENA and FMLN), USAID meeting in the US Embassy, went to Romero, La Loma, Cinquera, Comasaguas all really poor communities where we stayed the night at Comasagua (no water or electricity) and Cinquera, heard other various organizations speak about immigration, women&#39;s rights, ate too many pupusas, etc...all in Spanish, visited the level 3 public hospital where I saw a dead person, bowling, to the mall a few times, Jesuit Vigil, tie dyed, went to the beach El Zonte, meeting with Jesuit and saw museum and rose garden where 8 were killed, 2 tremors. Each day we got up at like 7 and didn&#39;t get home until after dinner. It was pretty cool though cause we had a tour guide that picked us up in our Mercedes bus each day...such a treat! She, Cristy, was a great tour guide, really nice, knew a lot and was really passionate. I&#39;m going to tell about everything individually...so...let me tell you a little about the war...really basic...the people wanted more rights, the government didn&#39;t want them to have them, 80,000 people were tortured, raped, and killed after Arch Bishop Romero was killed in 1980 (he&#39;s their hero) and it lasted until 1992 when the Peace Accords were signed. The US, under Reagan, fearing the takeovers seen in Cuba and Nicaragua because of Communism, financed the war on the guerrillas...$1M a day to basically slaughter people. In 1989 the killings of 6 Jesuit priests and 2 others shocked the international community into action, we saw the pictures and locations at the University of Central America where they were killed. Really gory pics. We heard the stories from people who survived the war. The election coming up in January is the first ever because ARENA has been in power for at least 20 years and now FMLN (basically the guerrilas from the war), have their own party and are trying to get office. The ARENA party still thinks they&#39;re communists, that&#39;s what they told us in the meeting. Between 20-30% of their GDP comes from remittences from workers in US. When you get into San Salvador...you&#39;re pretty much in the US...kinda, they have US food chains everywhere, 4 crazy nice malls, 2 of which are directly funded by drug money, nice roads, no trash, nice cars everywhere. Basically a false economy since they don&#39;t have one...money comes from remittances but then is re-spent on companies from the US. So, the communities we went to...Romero was a community with no electricity or water, living in shacks made of metal scraps and wood, listened to them talk about how they fought to get the land they live on, though their spanish was really mumbled so it was hard to understand most of the time. Next we went to Cinquera where we stay the night with a homestay. We hiked to a lookout and waterfall (lame waterfall and lookout compared to what we&#39;ve seen), listened to a man speak about his experience in the war in their community, and how he&#39;s seen so many people&#39;s dead tortured bodies. The homestay was interesting...2 sisters, equally preggers, Gma slept on the floor, ceiling basically made of spiders in their webs, random dog under my bed, kittens under Jills, a lovebird in the smallest cage ever, rooster that sounded like it was dieing all night. Jill, Amy, and I showered together...more like stood in a cement enclosure scooping water onto ourselves, freezing in the night while a chicken sat above us in a tree...chickens climb trees. Of course the toliets here were all holes in the ground, expected. The family also didn&#39;t talk to us at all...just showed us our beds and went about their business. Comasagua was the next community we went to and stayed the night...this place had been helped out a lot by some Canadians as well as CIS (the organization we went through for all the tours) so their houses were really nice and sturdy in comparison, though they still didn&#39;t have water or electricity in their homes, just in the community center. This community was the prettiest one I&#39;ve been to though cause it was situated on a hillside (super windy and dusty was the only problem), facing the ocean...the sunset was amazing that night. There were a lot of flowers and bushes, it seemed like the people actually cared about their surroundings where as usually the communities are covered in trash. Amy and I slept in a house with 2 brothers...it was so windy and cold that night, and we were unprepared so we didn&#39;t really sleep so good. The day we were there we took a trip to a community that makes tye dye from indigo...so we went there an learned how to make it...only blue and white...bought a scarf. Next we went to La Loma...1 drive in the back of a pickup and 30min walk to get there...closer to the ocean than Comasagua. We didn&#39;t stay the night there but chatted a bit with the leader of the community, gave the kids a pinata, toured their land...then off to El Zonte, the beach! God I was waiting forever to get to the beach in El Salvador to surf! The beach was probably one of the most beautiful I&#39;ve been to. Perfect waves, perfect temperature, black sparkly sand, nice flowers and trees, and no one around. There were a few nice houses on the cliffs...which, I&#39;d love to be mine one day. We stayed in a hotel there, complete with cockroaches, but good food at the restaurant and great view. Spent the whole day surfing ($15 for a longboard) and playing in the waves...burning my skin to oblivion because I was having so much fun I didn&#39;t get out of the water to re-apply...now my face is peeling. Awesome sunset. So, yes, we went bowling, it was so much fun, it was after the day at the beach and I was exhausted but it was fun...haven&#39;t been bowling in so long; no bowling alleys here. We got 30 minutes at one of the malls once, and all went bonkers...I thought just Jill and I were shopping but most of the group came out with at least one shirt, in 30 minutes, SPEED SHOPPING! God that made me miss the US, shopping with friends/sister and mom! Pupusas are the traditional food there, basically 2 tortillas sandwiched together with beans and stinky cheese...we ate them entirely too much. Felt two tremors, one I was outside standing on the street and the world started moving....it&#39;s the weirdest experience ever. Then again during the meeting with ARENA. Makes me feel so woozy. I&#39;m bored of blogging....questions?!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/5727582574671571248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/5727582574671571248?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/5727582574671571248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/5727582574671571248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/11/el-salvador.html' title='El Salvador'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_PQU1QwnEYaA/SSh1cluxbgE/AAAAAAAACwc/AAnMmgU-heY/s72-c/ElSalvador.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-6847073357909604605</id><published>2008-11-14T08:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:12:54.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ALive</title><content type='html'>Made it to San Salvador, El Salvador...were really busy so far, tell you about it tomorrow maybe...but Im alive! Love you!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/6847073357909604605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/6847073357909604605?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/6847073357909604605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/6847073357909604605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/11/alive_14.html' title='ALive'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-1016824837582689425</id><published>2008-11-11T19:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:29:13.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Off We Go...Again</title><content type='html'>So the fam doesn&#39;t worry, we&#39;re leaving tomorrow at 4am for El Salvador so I don&#39;t know when I&#39;ll be able to go online. We&#39;ll be there for 10 days...then back to Xela for full-time classes, 4 hours a day, 5 days a week, along with writing a thesis 12 pages long and in spanish...boo! I&#39;m doing mine on adolescent pregnancy. Did I ever mention that McDonalds here is amazing. I think it&#39;s because it&#39;s the only place with flavor in the food and reminds us of home. I love the McNiffica, 100% carne de res (beef). It&#39;s funny cause the rest of the menu has burgers, but doesn&#39;t say anything about them being made of beef at all...gross. People eat McDonalds here only if they&#39;re well off, it&#39;s like a &quot;nice&quot; place to eat.  Glad you all liked the Semuc Blog. Dad, you&#39;d be fine in the cave. I also kept thinking in there, what happens if there is an earthquake right now? Yikes. Dylan, get your surgery for your jealousy tube breakage, sorry about that! What else, I had made a decision to stay in Texas when I get back, but looking at the fall pictures in Colorado on facebook made my heart wretch. Ahhh life. Who knows where I&#39;ll be in a year. So, if you don&#39;t hear from me in a while, I&#39;m just off in El Salvador...we get to go to the beach one day, I&#39;m so excited.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/1016824837582689425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/1016824837582689425?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/1016824837582689425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/1016824837582689425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/11/off-we-goagain.html' title='Off We Go...Again'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-7346023014744687280</id><published>2008-11-10T16:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:24:10.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Semuc Champey</title><content type='html'>So, we left Wednesday for Semuc Champey and stayed there 3 day, leaving Sunday...from Xela to Semuc it&#39;s 10 hours...in bus. To say the least I&#39;m sick to all hell of traveling by bus, but it was worth it. Semuc Champey is the coolest place I think I&#39;ve ever been. On the way there we took an Alamo bus to Guatemala City, then switched to a different company to Coban. Stayed Wednesday night in Coban, at a really cute little hostel, then took a shuttle to our hostel in Semuc, Las Marias. I was so excited to see that our hostel in Semuc was right on the river, complete with a rope swing and dock to jump off of. YES! So we got to the hostel on Thursday and just hung out, swam in the river, went off the rope swing until I got blisters, literally. It&#39;s cool how some hostels work, you just order what you want and they keep a tab, so you never have to deal with money. The dinners there sucked, but the lunch and breakfasts were great. My partners in crime were Amy, Ruchi, and Greg, Jill had to go back to the states cause her grandma passed away...shitty. Our room had 5 beds, a French guy stayed in one of them and was high every second he was there. Anyway, that night we came up with a new drinking game, speak Spanish or drink! It worked great, so everytime we uttered English, you had to take a drink. We spoke for a few hours. Got up the next day to go to the pools of Semuc Champey. It was a 15 minute walk from our hostel; we walked by national geographic type houses with naked kids and chickens running around. Crossed a bridge which we later jumped. These pools are really beyond description. There is a series of cascading, blue as blue gets, clear pools, which end up feeding into a giant waterfall and white water rapids. Though, I expected to see this, I didn&#39;t expect that underneath these pools was a torrent river that took 3 lives. When you walk to the first pool, you can walk a little further to see the river funneling into a giant black hole in the earth. Looking at it gave me the chills, so much energy, so much power, you&#39;re so fucked if you end up in there. That water ends up where the waterfall is and creates the raging river below. It&#39;s crazy. I don&#39;t really understand how it could have been formed. So we hung out there until 1something because we had to get back to go on a cave tour...yipee caves right? This cave tour would never and will never be legal in the states. First we went off this great big rope swing into the current in the river, fun, anyway...walk up some stairs to the other hole in the earth with a waterfall coming out of it. They give each of us a candle. We go in, shin deep in water and it immediately smells of bat shit...the guide pointed out some bats with his headlamp...cool. I don&#39;t know how to tell you about this experience. We swam through the cave holding our candle in one hand many times for many meters, stalactites and formations everywhere, hearing rushing water ahead. Climbed a slippery metal ladder to bring us up to a cliff, where we&#39;d end up later after climbing through a tiny space and down another ladder. Got to a point where the guide was like, wait here, after he took all of our candles and left one burning...for 15 minutes...until Amy and I were about to be in tears. I was thinking the whole time, what happened to our guide, he should be back by now, is this a joke, there is one candle and it&#39;s about to go out, what do I do, do I go back without light as soon as possible, or do I wait longer for the guide risking forgetting the path I just traveled. Fuck. Just when I was on the verge of panic, his headlamp came into view, and I shed some tears of relief. He had went ahead to light the path with our candles. Phew. After this he lead us to the reason for the sound of raging water...a waterfall. A waterfall I scaled with a rope and my weight against the rocks and water rushing into my face (you could climb the ladder too if you wanted). I was the first to climb it and fuck it was amazing. At the top of it there was the water rushing with candles lit all over the place for 30ft or so and ropes to help you fight the water waiting to fall. I waited at the top to watch the others get up, it was great, Greg scaled it too, Ruchi tried, Amy did the ladder. Who scales a waterfall inside a cave in Guatemala? Yea. So soon after this we got to another set of pools...the guide climbed up the wall of the cave...and jumped, 10 ft, into the pool. NEXT! I went first. Climbed up stalagmites to where he went, and jumped to the place his headlamp was pointing me to! Crazy! I felt like I needed to crouch when I jumped cause we were in a cave and I thought maybe I would hit my head...but in reality it wasn&#39;t anywhere near. I cliff jumped in a cave, wtf?! So awesome, didn&#39;t touch the bottom either, who knows how deep that thing is. We continued on, swimming and walking to what was the end of the cave tour for us...but then we had to go back. So I was thinking we&#39;d go back the same way, but no, not exactly. We went down the waterfall on the ladder with candle in mouth, then our guide disappeared into this tiny whole in the wall, where we were all supposed to fit. At a few times in this cave I felt slightly claustrophobic. This was one of those times. 5 of us in a space that should only fit 3 maybe. So the waters coming through too and goes rushing down this slit...really a slit...like not a hole. The guide&#39;s like, turn around this way, feet dangle into slit, put one hand here, one hand here (underneath where we can&#39;t see), and poof, he&#39;s gone! Fell down the slit into the earth...what the hell. You can&#39;t see where it&#39;s going, it&#39;s black. Greg goes first, disappears into the earth, then it&#39;s my turn, guide takes my candle, so apparently there&#39;s ground down there somewhere, and I do as I&#39;m told. Start sliding down the slit...no earth, no place for my feet and I just fall. I kept holding onto the right hand grip, until the guide grabbed me and swung me out of the slit. It was the weirdest feeling ever. The slit was really, really thin, if I were to ever get swallowed, this was it. I felt like I was swallowed. The wall of the slit was slippery enough to slide down easily but it kinda curved so I felt like I was a piece of food slowly (fast as hell) being pushed by throat muscles. I don&#39;t know, it was weird. I was swallowed. But then we were at the place where we first climbed the ladder. Weird. So, that day was amazing to say the least. After the caves we tubed from there to our hostel...like 15 minutes, almost dark, freezing, but it was still great. The next day we just hung out and went back to Semuc for a little bit but the sun wasn&#39;t out so we didn&#39;t stay too long cause brrrrr. There was a group at the hostel from Xela who had their own shuttle...so we lucked out and got a private shuttle back to Xela on Sunday...stopped whenever we needed to, a luxury. Still though it was a painful 10 hours. We got back Sunday evening, and leave again, at 4am on Wednesday for El Salvador. boooo. I know, poor me right. I think I would go back to Guatemala soley to go to Semuc. The beds at that hostel were hell though, I didn&#39;t sleep much in those 3 nights...got back and slept like hell last night too cause I got up 3 times to poop my brains out. I swallowed my fair share of river water there from the swing. Though I don&#39;t feel sick really, my body really hurts (from the beds or sickness?), and my poop looks like pee and explodes out of me. Great! Thought you&#39;d like that extra detail. Anyway, that was Semuc, and I need a back massage bad.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/7346023014744687280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/7346023014744687280?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/7346023014744687280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/7346023014744687280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/11/semuc-champey.html' title='Semuc Champey'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-2027703688033393204</id><published>2008-11-03T23:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:56:26.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pics...</title><content type='html'>Go to my picassa and then to Gregs and Amy&#39;s to see new pics from Mexico and the volcano and whatever else you haven&#39;t seen! 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Then it came back on and we slept...for a sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At the border we got off the chicken bus at the wrong stop, were harrassed to all hell for rides to the border...they convinced our director to takes all of us 12, 2 by 2 on bicycles with a big seat in the front, to the border. It was really really weird. Got the the border, crossed fine, waited forever cause they were out of forms for us to fill out, then off to the other place, Tapachula, Mexico to catch the big, nice bus to take over night. Got to Oaxaca Mexico at about 8am. My family was already there cause they were waiting with their prior student who was leaving on a bus to Mexico City. The first day with the fam was great, we got picked up by the daughter and the dad, mom was at home doing who knows what. The daughter, Bertha, (mom Bertha too), invited us to a her friend&#39;s child&#39;s 1st birthday party so we went, after a long needed nap in the hardest new bed of mine. We got to the party entirely too early, cause we sat awkwardly for an hour waiting for people to show up, the clown even showed up early. Yes clown, so scary, I never was afraid of clowns, but this one was weird. They served us 3 tamales, two with mole, one sweet one, cake, drinks, some pudding, candy, too much. There were 2 pinatas, one huge one and one made of clay, which I thought was weird and pretty unsafe, but it just clunked to the floor, didn&#39;t really shatter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Oaxaca exceeded my expectations by far. It was beautiful, surrounded by big green mountains. There were tons of flowers, trees, clean streets, no pollution/trash, Jill and I sat in a park and drew and no one bothered us, you could walk alone without fear (though always safer to walk in pairs at night), great food, SUN aka NO RAIN. Though, our family was poor which was kinda disappointing just because everyone else had rich families and great food, like 5 course meals, gourmet style, and we got a tiny cup of fruit every morning, weird stale bread, rice and beans for lunch and dinner wasn&#39;t much better...once we got sandwiches with avocado...we were ridiculously too excited. The light in the dining room was eery as all hell...just one little fluorescent light that put out a weird tinge of blue on all the odd trinkets that flooded the shelves. Every night there was a candle lit, sitting on the floor of the &quot;living room.&quot; Weird. The location was great though, just a 5 minute walk to school, by the park, and another 5 minutes to the Xocolo, the place for eating/shopping/going out/getting annoyed by people trying to sell you fancy toothpics. The school was beautiful too, with giant palm trees and other trees everywhere, and a nice big lawn. The first couple days were frusterating cause our teacher sucked ass...like kept wandering off into space about random shit, didn&#39;t learn anything. The third day, wednesday, we made masks for day of the dead, which included putting vasoline all over your face and having your partner wet strips of casting material (like for your arm), and place them all over your face, 3 layers full. It felt neat. Thursday and Friday we had a different teacher cause we bitched so much about the one lady...this guy ended up being really great and making us do fun activities. Sorry this is so choppy. Friday for day of the dead, after class we did final touches on our masks and waited around for the parade to start, our parade! It was great, there was a band, 2 giants (people in costumes on stilts) and the whole school in their masks parading around the block and occasionally stopping for music, shots of mescal, and a dance party! It was really fun, the teachers were going around feeding everyone mescal shots from gasoline tanks...fitting, cause mescal pretty much tastes like hell. If you didn&#39;t know, mescal is the liquor of Mexico, why, I don&#39;t know. So, we ended up drinking a lot of that and taking a giant nap before meeting up with the group to tour the cemeteries. We went to 3 cemeteries on Halloween, it was really interesting. So just some background, the 31st they celebrate the return of the dead children, 1st the adults, and the 2nd everyone...So people make different types of altars...altars are the things they set up for the return of the dead, as offerings, like food, water, mescal for adults, for the long journey home from the grave, and candy and toys for children. The altars always have these yellow flowers and lights, so they can find their way. Some are huge, and some are only so big as to offer water, food, and a flower and a candle. You can see these in the pics on picassa in Greg/Amy&#39;s pics. So families go to the cemeteries, clean up the graves and decorate them in flowers, incense, sand with glitter in the form of a picture, have food and music, and stay there all night long. There were so many people at the graves. Oaxaca is the most traditional in all of Mexico for Day of the Dead festivities, they say. Most of the people were there just to walk around and see all the decorations, but many families were just sitting there, around the grave, talking, or not. It was really neat, some graves were really beautiful with all the candles and flowers. After the cemeteries Jill, Greg, Ruchi, and I went out to celebrate Halloween...fun night, up till 4am since the bars don&#39;t close there until like 6am. Jill was determined to make out with someone and succeeded, so did Ruchi, Greg and I danced the whole time, it was fun. Jill was in rare form that night, hilarious, belligerent. The next day was our last day, Jill stayed in bed all day, and I went out shopping alone, until I randomly found Amy and Ruchi, a great surprise, and we shopped, had a last great beer in the sun on the rooftop of a restaurant...and off we went at 6 back to Xela! That&#39;s it!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/5580505936543555035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/5580505936543555035?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/5580505936543555035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/5580505936543555035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/11/mexico.html' title='Mexico'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-284582211376828385</id><published>2008-11-02T14:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:09:37.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>alive</title><content type='html'>just wanted to let you all know i&#39;m alive and back in Xela, it was a great week, tell you all about it later! How was halloween?!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/284582211376828385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/284582211376828385?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/284582211376828385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/284582211376828385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/11/alive.html' title='alive'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-1158109999411006412</id><published>2008-10-24T17:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:30:00.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old post I didn&#39;t post (Sor): To Oaxaca We Go</title><content type='html'>Well, tomorrow we leave at 9am for Oaxaca, Mexico...4 hours in a chicken bus to the boarder, always fun, then we switch buses to a nicer bus, &quot;pullman,&quot; more like a really old fashioned gray hound with windows that open, and a bathroom, luckily, since we&#39;ll be in that bus for 12 miserable, hot hours. What the hell are we going to do with ourselves for that time. Most of us have ipods, but those don&#39;t last too long, we bought some crayons to draw, and will have cards and a half bottle of Crown Royal...I&#39;ll probably just sleep more than I&#39;d ever need to. Bought some food and water for the trip...any ideas?  This drive is going to be like going from Austin to Denver...damnit, so long. We&#39;ll be there for a week, taking group lessons and living in homestays. They are pairing us up, so of course, they put me with Jill. Should be a great week. We&#39;ll be spending Halloween there, which will include looking like dead people, walking through the cemetary...it&#39;s going to be the scariest Halloween ever!!!!! This is the link to our school: http://www.icomexico.com/ It looks like a really nice place. We&#39;re pretty excited to get out of Xela for a bit, well actually we&#39;re going to be out of Xela for a while cause when we get back from Mexico we&#39;re going to Coban then El Salvador, I think I already told you this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last night I was in a dance competition, and lost, to the only black girl in Guatemala, Crystal, who&#39;s in our group, haha. They made us get up on this raised area on the corner of the dance floor, we had no idea what we were getting ourselves into cause they said it in spanish and it was way too loud...then I had to go first, damnit again.  Amy dropped it like it&#39;s hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our last week volunteering too, finally, after 10 weeks. Everyone I had gotten to know, as for patients, had left so it was a good time to end it. Turned out there were also festivities thursday for San Raphael so we spent our time decorating the hospital with cut out fish, balloons, and streamers. Then there were some games, like sac race, who&#39;s the oldest, who&#39;s been there the longest, pinatas, Greg had to give a speech, sucker, some candy and pound cake...it was great. They acknowledged us a little, which was nice. I gave a butt injection to a man with HIV and tuberculosis. He kept telling us his heart was going to fail but a nurse made him bend over and lay on the bed...she told him it was to relieve the pain, liar, gave him the injection, then he thanked us and said some sort of prayer to us. Thanked one nurse for everything, and left. It was a great experience, I learned more than I thought I would. Oh, so Greg told Jill and I that there was some sort of procedure going on in this room, so   Jill and i went to check it out...this room is not an operating room by any means but there was this guy, laying on this hospital bed type thing, head wrapped in sheets, laying on his side with his dirty feet next to his even dirtier jacket, with a gaping hole in his neck and two pairs of scissors inside.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/1158109999411006412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/1158109999411006412?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/1158109999411006412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/1158109999411006412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-post-i-didnt-post-sor-to-oaxaca-we.html' title='Old post I didn&#39;t post (Sor): To Oaxaca We Go'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-1672555999061804060</id><published>2008-10-22T23:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:59:41.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kira</title><content type='html'>Mom and Dad, I&#39;m glad you named me after the Kira in We The Living. I would also die to live and love. You were spot on and you didn&#39;t even know it, or maybe you did :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/1672555999061804060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/1672555999061804060?isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/1672555999061804060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/1672555999061804060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/10/kira.html' title='Kira'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-7699658912987409400</id><published>2008-10-20T14:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T14:45:42.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes it rains a lot, no i&#39;m not staying away from things that will make my heart stop, and what the fuck is a jewish cat?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/7699658912987409400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/7699658912987409400?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/7699658912987409400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/7699658912987409400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-it-rains-lot-no-im-not-staying-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-6028376355055222472</id><published>2008-10-19T22:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:52:36.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hike to waterfall at Nueva Alianza</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; 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I didn&#39;t blog about the coffee farm, cause the pics explain what was important really. So last week was the usual week, volunteering, not volunteering, class, missing class...BUT, Thursday at volunteering they taught us how to draw blood! So, Jill drew from Amy, Amy drew from Jill, Greg drew from a patient, I drew from Greg! We all got in the vain well, drew the blood, effortless. Though Greg&#39;s vain wasn&#39;t as easy...it was hard to see cause the nurse cast a shadow over it and it wasn&#39;t bulging much anyways, but it worked! I luckily didn&#39;t have to get poked. THEN, I made a decision early last week: I was going to move out of my house and into the school. Reasoning: I need to speak Spanish more than just in class, and I don&#39;t at home and knew I would at school, second, I am always at the school, I only go home to eat and sleep. SO, Friday morning, I told my family I was moving out, that morning, had Jill and Greg come over and help me pack my stuff up, and I moved to the school! It&#39;s so great here, I love it already! There&#39;s unlimited water to drink, and I can fill up water bottles, I don&#39;t have to walk outside to shower or brush my teeth, the bed is way more comfy and warmer, I have 2 big windows that look out to the mountains and open up for fresh air, friends can always hang out in here, internet constantly, there is a cat sleeping in my lap right now, always hot water for tea, family talks to me a lot and corrects me...it should be great. Though we&#39;re really only in Xela for like a month more since this weekend we go to Oaxaca, Mexico for a week, then we get back and leave Wednesday to travel to Coban, Guatemala (just Jill, Amy, Greg and I) where we can white water raft, float through caves, see waterfalls, then we get back and leave for El Salvador for 2 weeks where hopefully we&#39;ll get to surf! Anyway, so Friday Jill, Greg and I left for Antigua to climb one of the 36 volcanos in Guatemala and one of the 2 active ones. We left late of course from Xela so got into Antigua late, not knowing if there was room at the hostel or if we could sign up to hike that late, but it all worked out. Got rooms at Jungle Party again, and signed up for the hike, leaving at 6am. Took it easy in Antigua and got up early for the 45 bus ride up to the volcano. We got there, rented hiking sticks for Q3, and the hike began. At first it was just through the normal brush of a mountain, then onto the side of the mountain that was exposed showing us how high we really were up, we could see 2 other volcanos and dried lava from a huge explosion years ago. Finally, after about 45 minutes, we turned the corner to see Pacaya...a giant mountain, but black, smoking from the top and along parts of the sides from the lava beneath. There was an option to ride horses up, or catch one if you got tired on the way, which some people did. So after a pause to take pics of Pacaya, the group continued...though our guide asked us if we wanted to go skiing! So of course, we did, so we ran up above the path a ways to another path. The volcanic rock was like sand dune/ski hill consistency so off we went, skiing down the side of the volcano (more like jumping side to side with out feet together and sliding down), until we got to the lower path.....it was sooooo much fun! There wasn&#39;t lava on that side of the volcano so we continued to hike through the volcanic rocks, of all sizes, until we go to a part of the volcano where the volcano had spewed fresh lava a few days earlier. Apparently it hardens in like a day. Anyway, this part was crazy, it looked like we were in mars really. The rocks looked like they were flowing, but they were hard. It was a sea of hardened lava. But up to this point it had been quite cold...where as now, we were walking over and next to freshly hardened earth puke which was hot at times. The main point of the walking sticks was to poke at the rocks really hard to make sure you didn&#39;t step into a weak spot and fall through to the molten lava. So we continued up next to the hard lava and then made our way into it, to where we saw flowing, gurgling, red hot, molten lava. It was kinda hard to get to see it cause it was really hot at spots and there was also really toxic smelling gas coming out that made you cough and feel like if you breathed in too much you may pass out, as well as making sure you were walking on solid lava, and getting around all the other people who wanted to see it up close. One guy did fall through the rock, but luckily, there was just more rock underneath.  Got some pics, just you wait. It was amazing. OH, and I ran 4 miles straight. What the hell I forgot something HUGE! I WAS IN MY FIRST EARTHQUAKE! I was sitting in my (old) room reading when the fucking earth starting moving. My brain kinda went blank until I was like, uh, I think this is an earthquake! It lasted quite a while, like 13 seconds or so, and afterwards my towels which were hanging, were still swaying and I felt super nauseaus (sp?). Then a few seconds later there was another, shorter one. It was the weirdest thing ever. You never know how much you trust the solid ground until it starts moving. I can&#39;t imagine eating mushrooms and feeling an earthquake, that would really really suck. The epicenter was in Mexico. I really didn&#39;t want to eat lunch afterwards, I felt so weird, like I was still moving. I wouldn&#39;t say I&#39;d like to feel that ever again. SO. EARTHQUAKE, LAVA, DRAWING BLOOD, 4 MILES, MOVED.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/6763704197815444461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/6763704197815444461?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/6763704197815444461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/6763704197815444461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/10/coolest-week-ever.html' title='coolest week ever'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-678384089535635022.post-3852810624316428759</id><published>2008-10-19T20:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T20:42:34.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when a chicken bus stops</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;350&quot;&gt; &lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Am-qEY3Cexw&quot;&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/Am-qEY3Cexw&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;350&quot;&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/feeds/3852810624316428759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/678384089535635022/3852810624316428759?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/3852810624316428759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/678384089535635022/posts/default/3852810624316428759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livinguat.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_19.html' title='What happens when a chicken bus stops'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>