Sunday morning, we woke up pretty early to meet up with our group from Salsa class to go to the Laguna Chicabal. We took a super-packed bus to San Martín and then walked almost from the highway to the base of the mountain (I don't know how long it was but it was a LONG time). We did encounter a picop for the last ten minutes, but we were already pooped when we made it to the bottom of the volcan. We started the journey up a few minutes later. I guess the salsa dancing has helped me because it was MUCH easier than the first time. As we were a big group, we kind of separated in the camino. Antonio, Antulio, Suceli, and I were in the lead. Antulio find out that I hadn't seen some apparently "staple" children's movie so he started to tell me the stories. On the way up, I got the whole story of Blanca Nieves (Snow White). It made the time pass much quicker! We made it to the top and took a few photos, then started our descent.
From the top!
We made it to the bottom (over 500 stairs) and ate lunch. Nery and Antonio talked to us about the importance of caring for la naturaleza and things of that nature. Then we walked around the lake and took more pictures.
With Suce in the Laguna.
Yo, Tuli, Nery, Bianca, Alejandra, Javier, Antonio, Hilary, Ángel, Suceli, y Ramiro- surely the best dancers in Xela.
Tuli asked me if I knew the story of Pinocchio. I attempted to tell him what I knew of the story, but I think I was butchering it because he asked me politely to stop talking, then proceeded to tell the story himself.
My very dear, reliably honest Guatemalan brother <3
We headed back up to the top then back down to the base, where we all crashed in a field for a little while. There was a really janky playground that we played on with a makeshift zip line that was somewhat alarming, but we did it anyway! It was loads of fun. I was counting on a picop to take us back to the highway, but Antonio was in charge and he was determined we were going to walk it and so we did. I was super pooped by the time we made it to the road. We sat waiting for a while for a bus, but nothing came so a picop passed and we all climbed into the back of that for the ride back to Xela. It was lots of fun too- a different experience for sure.
When we got back to the house, I took a long nap and woke up just in time to head to misa with the boys for the last time. The Padre from the week before was there, so we stayed a bit to talk with him again- because he is just that cool.
Monday started my last week here! It certainly feels bittersweet. I am certainly used to my life here and I love my friends here so dearly. Class went well- I have the best time with my teacher. Right after lunch, we went to the dance studio to learn marcación- like adding little details of expression to the moves we already know. We worked for about two hours, then had an hour break, then came back for another hour and a half. Lots of salsa, but so fun. We went to get ice cream during our break (of course...) and as we were walking through the mall, I heard an American man's accent: "Glennleigh! Glennleigh!" It certainly caught me off guard, but I turned around to see Geraldo Lastrapes! I laughed as I was talking to him, because I'm just not in a place where I expect to encounter someone I know! Then today, I was returning from running errands with my teacher (walking like four blocks by myself for the first time) and I ran into a salsa student I know so that made me a happy girl! Like I know people!
Tuesday was a fun day. We went to Bake Shop for snacks during class and then shopping afterwards.
Passing time in between class and lunch.
We had dance class and I got in trouble because I'm apparently not very good at the sexy hair-flip thing so I gotta work on that... We came back to the house, ate dinner, and watched movies at the table because Tuli had homework to do but he was afraid he was going to fall asleep in his room, so he decided sitting at the table and having a movie on would help him so we sat at the table and watched movies (I actually fell asleep on the table).
Tuli called us the "Tres Musketeers" the other day because it's always the three of us heading out together. I love these boys bunches and bunches and am going to miss them ¡demasiado!
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