Misc

The school went to the cerro de cruz today. It is a hike up a hill to a big cross and the view overlooking the city is amazing. I enjoyed it but got annoyed because we were witha big group and it seemed tot ake much longer than I thought it should. I was glad I went though because it is not dafe for tourists to go by themselves due to robberies, so Tim and I didn´t go last year.
During the conversation portion of my class today I asked my teacher if she would walk with me to the place I will be volunteering. So glad I did. She had to ask for directions twice. It will probably be a 15-20 minute walk each way. The area isn´t as scary as I thought it was going to be. It is close to the cemetary, which is also not supposed to be visited by tourists due to robberies. But it is still far enough from it and on a pretty busy street since it is closer tot he market and post office (and of course the Pollo Campero-a fast food chicken place that Guatemalans are obsessed with).
Yesterday, I met a teacher of a private school just outside of Antigua. He has been in Guatemala for 5 years and had been teaching since March. It was pretty interesting talking about the differences between public and private schools here as well as schools here and the US. The other 4 years he worked for a non-profit focusing on agriculture. I had no idea what a concern that is as well.
And now...if you know me well this story will NOT surprise you. There is only one key to my bedroom in the house. Each day I lock my door so the consructions workers can´t get in but leave it with the mom by hanging it on a cabinet door. Well, I got home from the cross and got some more stuff and needed and started to head the internet cafe. As soon as I shut the door I knew I had locked the key in. The 14 year, Marvin, was standing there too and he knew instantly as well. He kept trying to tell me it was okay that there was another key...but he was whispering so I knew he knew the truth. Then he asked if my window was open so he could climb on thr roof and through it but of course I had shut that as well. I had to go tell the parents. I felt like such a little kid. The dad had to spend 10 minutes of his life using a knife to get in. they kept laughing at me and telling me it was no problem but I felt horrible. I have locked my keys in my car a million times (once while it was running for an hour!), this was just a reminder of how appreciative I am that my car now won´t let me do this...
I also asked Bob about her many tattoos. Of course there was a story for each. All of which required her crossing the border in Mexico...scary once again. I posed under the school sign so Patty could take a piture of Bob without her realizing. Most of her tats are covered though.
And to close out this random post, I love CUNICULA. It is a phenomenon here during the rainy season. For about 15 days it doesn´t rain. It is quite hot but I love not having to duck into random places during downfalls of rain. And I might actually wear my white skirt next week.