San Mateo Ixtatán: post-Apocalypse

Mayans everywhere celebrated the “end of the world” on December 21, 2012 for what it was: the end of an epoch, and the beginning of a new one.  And in the intervening five years I can say with certainty that San Mateo Ixtatán, my beloved home during the 2007 Guatemalan school year, has certainly entered a new era.

The trip across the border was unremarkable: La Mesilla was loud and hot, and the Huehue bus terminal was pestilent…all to be expected.  But just an hour into the ride, the change became apparent: the crest of the Cuchumatanes was covered with houses, the graveyards in San Juan Ixcoy and Soloma were overflowing (such is life, eh?), and the city centers were bustling even more than usual, with bright tiendas coated with advertisements for not two, but three cell phone companies (¡bienvenido, Movistar!).  There was an ATM in Santa Eulalia, and a surgery center, too.  And the road was paved, all the way (almost!) to San Mateo.  Unbelievable.

Progress in the area has taken its toll, of course.  The trash problem, while it hasn’t gotten worse, certainly hasn’t gotten better.  The diesel fumes seemed thicker, mixing with wood smoke to produce a particularly headache-inducing stench.  And for the first time I actually saw smog on the horizon, though perhaps it’s just because everyone is torching their fields at this time of year.

While there still may not be an ATM in San Mateo, the change is palpable.  There are daily bus routes to Nentón and Gracias a Dios, which just a couple of years ago were only accessible by pick-up.  There are newspapers, and even the occasional cheese vendor.  And there are two university campuses, not to mention that the town is bursting with secondary school students, of which there was not a single one just over a decade ago.

And the school.  Oh, the school.  The Centro Comunitario de Educación “Yinhatil Nab’en” (“Semilla de la Sabiduría”), or CCEYN, where I taught more than five years ago, has truly come into its own.  Occupying one of the largest buildings in the town, it is still bursting at the seams, having achieved nearly Harvardian status among the Mateanos.  Everyone in the town knows where the school is, and knows that the students pick up their trash, speak excellent Spanish, and can, if they so desire, go on to do great things.  And all of this is now being accomplished largely by San Mateo natives, with the help of just a sprinkling of foreigners.

The visit to the school was clarifying.  My two years of high school teachingone in San Mateo, and one in Virginiamade me realize that while I love teaching, teens just aren’t my target age group.  But now, more than half of the teachers are the brightest of my ex-students, and they’re amazing.  They’re sharp, they’re mature, and as it turns out, they’re teaching their students all the stuff I taught them.  A teacher’s dream come true, to put it mildly.

One clear reason for the continued success of the school is the complete revamping of the curriculum, which was spearheaded by teacher and organic farm guru Cara Hendren, in collaboration with assistant director Joe Martin, the rest of the CCEYN teachers, and a group of Mexican education consultants.  They made a bold move and finally shifted the entire curriculum to project-based learning, which, in retrospect, is what we should have been doing all along.  I realized only at the very end of my year of seemingly unsuccessful teaching that the Mateanos thrive on collaboration.  Americans are competitive and individualistic.  Mateanos are not.  They’re cooperative, and they thrive on one another’s success.  The concept of cheating is foreign, and traditional “Western” education just doesn’t suit them.  The new system, however, seems to be the perfect fit.  The kids are still nuts, for sure.  But in spite of (and probably due to) their unlimited energy, their recent accomplishments are countless: they’ve built bathrooms out of recycled bottles, helped install the first septic system in the entire town, and wired all of the classrooms with lights, all of which they did as part of the curriculum.

It was an unforgettable trip.  I’ve gained perspective, I’ve solved some mysteries about my time there, and I’ve confirmed that the peopleas I’ve always suspectedare some of the most wonderful people in the world.  San Mateo has its problems, to be sure, most of which I suspect can be solved with enough time, money, and national development.  But in spite of their troubles, the Mateanos continue to hold dear what many of us in “developed” countries have lost: the warmth of loving families, and the strength of a supportive community.  And that is what will keep drawing me back to the chilly Mayan mountains for the rest of my life.

Chat Hull is currently a graduate student in astrophysics at the University of California, Berkeley, where he studies polarization in forming stars.  He began his astronomy career as an undergraduate at the University of Virginia, where he met Beth Neville Evans, then the director of the Ixtatán Foundation, who was gracious enough to hire him.  He taught math, physics, and music at CCEYN in San Mateo Ixtatán during the 2007 school year.  In his free time he enjoys singing jazz, and writing reviews of all of the Indian restaurants in Berkeley.

To see photos of his recent trip to San Mateo Ixtatán, click here.

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A Paseo in the Mayan Mountains

Ladies and Gentlemen:

Herewith, a feature-length account of my Guatemala experience, which was published in mid-November in Penn Yan’s local rag, the Chronicle Express. Enjoy!




Chat Hull and Jessica Butler return after a year of teaching in San Mateo Ixtatán, Guatemala

by Chat Hull

The time is 3 p.m. We board the rickety, garishly painted, diesel fume-belching former U.S. school bus in Huehuetenango, or “Huehue,” the capital of the northwestern Guatemalan state of the same name, in the furthest reaches of which lies our destination: San Mateo Ixtatán.

Distance to go: 137 kilometers (85 miles).

Estimated duration of trip: five hours.

3:10 p.m.: The trip begins. After grabbing some take-out beef and beans and some grilled corn on the cob from the barbeque directly behind the bus, we hop on and watch as the ayudante (bus attendant, ticket taker, master of luggage, etc.) leads the bus through the masses of people and produce that line the edges of the pungent bus terminal, screaming “¡Dale, dale, dale!” (“Go, go, go!”) as the hulking vehicle weaves its way out of the terminal and into the skinny streets in the center of Huehue.

3:25 p.m.: We stop at a nondescript intersection just before leaving Huehue. Vendors immediately board with an infinite variety of comestibles and other goods: ice cream, sweet peanuts, fried chicken, stuffed chilies, tamales, newspapers, watches, etc. They all board simultaneously, somehow making their way through the aisles of a bus now packed to the gills with people, three in each seat, and then somehow they simultaneously disappear as the bus begins lurching up the hill.

3:56 p.m.: Free of the urban center, we begin climbing the sheer face of the Cuchumatanes, the mountain chain that sweeps across most of western Guatemala. The drop-off is so steep that when we look out our window, all we can see is the section of the road we climbed ten minutes ago, now hundreds of feet below.

4:45 p.m.: We’ve finally made it all the way to the “cumbre,” the spine of the mountains, which, in the highest places, surpasses 11,000 feet in altitude. We break out our sweaters and jackets because, while it was a pleasant 70º in Huehue, it’s a chilly 50º just 90 minutes up the mountain.

5:43 p.m.: We hit a gigantic pothole in the otherwise reasonably well-paved road and it sounds like a bomb going off under the bus. The bus stops, the ayudante hops off, checks the damage, whips out his Swiss army knife, cuts off the loose parts of the dead tire, and we continue, hoping that the second of the pair of tires won’t blow out as well.

6:12 p.m.: After passing through San Juan Ixcoy, the first of the string of mostly Mayan pueblos on the road toward San Mateo, the smell of diesel and brake fumes suddenly rises to nearly unbearable levels. Nauseated, we look around the bus to find that no one else is perturbed. The bus stops again. The ayudante dives underneath the bus and examines the vehicle’s innards. He gets back on saying, “¿Alguien tiene manguera?” (“Does anyone have a hose?”) Of course, someone does. He uses his magical ayudante powers to connect the hose underneath the bus. The vile odors diminish. We continue.

6:30 p.m.: Just before entering Soloma, the next town, the bus stops in another nondescript place, where a small Mayan man stands, surrounded by six gigantic bags of leaden produce. Over the course of 90 seconds, the ayudante throws them on top of the bus, ties them down, and, without getting down, beats on the bus’s roof to let the driver know he’s ready. The bus starts to move. Two minutes later, as it rounds one of the many deadly hairpin turns, the ayudante coolly climbs off the roof and swings into the open door, unfazed.

7:36 p.m.: Most of our stoic fellow travelers have finally gotten off. The only people left for the last, bumpy, unpaved stretch of the journey are the few of us going to San Mateo and the few passengers heading to Barillas, the low-lying frontier outpost at the end of the road, about an hour past San Mateo.

8:16 p.m.: “¡Los de San Mateo, que vayan saliendo!” (“People staying in San Mateo, get ready!”) It started raining ten minutes ago, and it’s pouring in San Mateo. We get off, avoiding the strongest streams flowing down the steep, dark streets, and trudge through the muck the five minutes to our house. A fine journey. We made it!

Travel in Guatemala can be intense. But worry not: once you survive the bus ride to San Mateo, you’re in for a treat.

San Mateo Ixtatán is unique among the rural Mayan towns that dot the northwestern highlands of Guatemala, in that the only obvious reason that it was built where it was is…the salt. In Nahuatl, an indigenous Mexican language, “Ixtatan” means “the place where salt abounds.” A fifteen minute walk down the precipitous eastern slope of the mountain where San Mateo is perched will get you to the salt mines. For Q0.50 (7¢), you can buy a five-gallon jug of the saltiest water you’ve ever tasted. That is, if you can make it back up the mountain!

All over town, you hear women chattering in Chuj, the local Mayan dialect, as they slowly walk back from the market, carrying food and babies on their backs. Our conversations in rudimentary Chuj with the passers-by keep the locals smiling at our efforts. Passing buses and trucks maneuver past each other on the narrow, unpaved streets in the center of town. Not far away, surrounded by unbelievable mountain views, are the 1,000-year-old Mayan ruins of “Wajxaklajunh,” named after an ancient Mayan ruler.

Sadly, the town’s natural beauty doesn’t erase the memory of its ugly past. As Guatemala tries to recover from its 30-year civil war, San Mateo Ixtatán is still lagging behind the rest of the country in its development. Partly due to the cold and to its far-removed location, the mountain village has developed the reputation as one of the indigenous towns that progress has left behind.

The Guatemalan civil war ended in 1996, and throughout its duration resulted in the exodus of hundreds of thousands of Guatemalans to Mexico and the United States looking for safety for their families. This trend of emigration continues today, but for a different reason: the search for work to support their families and better their quality of life.

Despite the millions of dollars in remittances that flow annually into San Mateo, the population of about 40,000 has some of the highest rates of malnutrition, infant mortality, alcoholism and illiteracy not just in Guatemala, but in all of Central America. Yet regardless of the dismal statistics, the people are cheerful in this colorful mountainous setting, and things are getting better slowly, one step at a time.

One organization helping San Mateo is the Ixtatán Foundation. Founded in 2001 by Charlottesville, Virginia resident Beth Neville Evans, the Foundation’s mission is to work with the people of San Mateo to help find solutions to the area’s ongoing problems and to help create a viable, sustainable society. The Ixtatán Foundation has undertaken a number of projects such as the production of bricks made from locally available mud and clay, the manufacture of clay-and-sawdust water filters, and its most important and ambitious project, the creation of our beloved Yinhatil Nab’en school (“Seeds of Knowledge” in Chuj) where we have taught since January.

Finishing up its third year as the town’s first high school, the school offers an exceptional mixture of Guatemalan and international teaching staff as well as computer classes, which are unique among San Mateo’s educational institutions. Within three years, the enrollment has increased from 32 to 131 students. And it’s not going to stop there: the reputation about Yinhatil Nab’en has gotten out; the “Seed of Knowledge” is growing.

The school is feeling the growing pains that accompany any budding institution, and these are amplified by the ever-changing, last minute mandates from the Guatemalan Ministry of Education. With mountains of paperwork to do, the school director has little time for enforcing discipline, and the ubiquitous “hora chapina” (fashionably late “Guatemalan time”) reigns supreme.

Despite the challenges, there are several positive side effects of the school’s controlled chaos, such as having complete freedom to invent curricula that highlight our areas of expertise, and the opportunity for “alternative educational experiences,” such as the San Mateo version of school field trips.

A typical San Mateo field trip, or “paseo,” involves no chartered buses, guided tours, or down-to-the-minute agendas. Take, for example, our Valentine’s Day paseo.

We were scheduled to leave at 7 a.m. But as the hora chapina would have it, the students showed up around 8:00, with their perfectly gelled hair-dos, backpacks, and fashion-statement Capri pants. After about a half an hour of socializing, the students, love-song-blasting boom boxes in hand and altitude-weary American teachers in tow, set out for Yitjob’, our destination, which consisted of…a field.

After two hours of walking up the sheer side of a mountain, crossing a huge field dotted with colossal cow pies, and descending through a partially deforested woodland, we arrived.

The only props were a soccer ball, a couple of frisbees, and a rope. With those few items, the sticks and rocks that dotted the field, and the kids’ boundless creativity, much fun was had, and in Guatemalan Valentine’s Day tradition, students and teachers attacked each other with confetti and glitter. As lunch drew near, each grade started their own campfire and cooked their lunch. And after hours of flirting, food, and fun, everyone gathered in a circle and presented Valentine’s Day gifts to one another. Following this raucous and heartfelt exchange, we cleaned up and headed back.

The paseo experience is just one example of how wonderfully thoughtful and resourceful the San Mateo kids are, and it also illustrates life’s simple pleasures. Things here aren’t so overcomplicated with choices—you can’t just drop into P&C and pick up a jar of peanut butter, some freshly ground coffee, or a succulent sour cream doughnut at the slightest whim. These things—as well as honey, chocolate, newspapers, books, and other things we used to take for granted—simply cannot be found, and have become items to be treasured when brought to us from afar by the Foundation’s frequent visitors.

And when we’re not preoccupied by pleasing our taste buds with culinary rarities, teaching our specialties, or going on paseos, we are enjoying the rhythm of daily life— quiet, but remarkable—a skill we’ve honed to perfection over the last ten months.

Chat Hull and Jessica Butler are Penn Yan natives who graduated from the University of Virginia and Nazareth College, respectively, in 2006. Home again, in November Chat will begin teaching physics at Woodberry Forest School in central Virginia. Jessica will return to San Mateo Ixtatán in January to continue teaching for another year at Yinhatil Nab’en.

The author appreciates the contributions Jessica Butler and Angela Kirkish made to the report above. To learn more about the Ixtatán Foundation and how to support its endeavors, visit And to see Chat’s and Jessica’s more personalized views of San Mateo, along with links to copious numbers of pictures from their adventures, visit their blogs: [Chat], and [Jessica].

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The Last Days

Dearest readers:

Well, I’m obviously not cut out for the blog world–leaving a month between posts when I was in Guatemala was one thing, but five and a half?! Man…

Anyway, as many of the minute details of my September and October experiences have faded over the almost half a year since they occurred, this post will be brief.

But, before I say anything more, everyone MUST check out the San Mateo promotional video (narrated by Julian Bond, of UVa History Dept. fame)…enjoy!

[] [San Mateo promo video]

Now, around the beginning of September, and just after the arrival of Paul Hiatt, school ground to a halt as everyone prepared for feria, the town’s annual carnival-esque celebration. San Mateo’s feria also falls right after Guatemala’s September 15 independence day, so needless to say there were over 10 days of festivities.

The pictures of the parades and revelry, along with the usual descriptions, can be seen here:

[] [Feria]

Feria got into full swing after the big parade with all of the schools; however, Angie, Jessica, Pablo, and I needed to escape for a while, so we headed to Xela for a few days, which, while it was disastrous for our rice-and-beans-tempered constitutions, was a great trip. Much chocolate was purchased.

After our trip the school year started winding down–the last few weeks of classes, the last few projects, final exams, and that was it! Then the truly spectacular part: graduation.

Keep in mind that the graduation of the sexto students was the first high-school graduation the town had witnessed in its entire multi-thousand-year history. The occasion was all that we could have hoped for–it didn’t rain (too hard), hundreds of Mateanos came to witness it, and townspeople, students, and teachers alike were acutely aware of what a great thing they were experiencing. For photographic evidence of the powerful, joyous, and tearful event, see here:

[] [Graduation]

 I left San Mateo two days after the graduation, so needless to say the days surrounding the event are a blur of partying, packing, and running all over town saying goodbye to all of the wonderful people I had come to know and love. For photos from those last days, as well as our trip to Xela and my and Pablo’s quick spin around Guatemala City before I left on November 4, see here:


[] [Last days, Xela]

 Pablo and I left San Mateo on October 31st. We spent two nights in Huehue studying for our respective physics and psychology GRE’s, and then made our way to Guatemala City to take the blasted things on November 4th. Once that was over, we toured around bit and molested our insides further with Italian food. And then Pablo went to Antigua. And I went to the airport. And then I went home.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the story of my time in Guatemala. Incredible.


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Article Flurry

Ladies and gentlemen— 

And now, for something entirely unrelated! 

In the summer of 2005 I engaged in astronomy research at the University of Rochester through a “Research Experience for Undergraduates” program, funded by the National Science Foundation. 

Some of the research seemed mundane, some was incredibly exciting, and some was just plain incomprehensible to me at the time (and some still is!). 

But to make a two-year-long story very short, I got extremely lucky, and I’m now listed as the third author on two journal articles, one in the Astrophysical Journal (ApJ) and one in Nature. 

To have an article published in ApJ as an undergraduate is fantastic, and requires some luck.  To be published in Nature requires way more than luck (many university professors don’t have papers published in Nature).  But to be published in both over the span of two months—again, as an undergraduate, or at least recent alum—is too glorious for words! 

Needless to say, I’m ecstatic, and chances are I’ll use those two publications to my advantage in the near future when I begin the grad school application process.  But that’s a story for another entry. 

Anyway, onto the content. 

Due to rules from the two journals, I’m not allowed to upload PDF’s of the articles to any website until six months from the date of publication, so if you all want to see the real thing, just shoot me an email.   

Or, if you want to purchase and download the articles online, here’s the information for each one: 


Nature article: 




[] – this is Nature’s weekly “Podcast,” or radio-show-esque recording outlining the most exciting of that week’s developments.  Make sure to look for the 30 August recording; our portion ranges from 15:14 – 18:58. 

Citation: Watson, D. M., Bohac, C. J., Hull, C., Forrest, W. J., Furlan, E., Najita, J., Calvet, N., d’Alessio, P., Hartmann, L., Sargent, B., Green, J. D., Kim, K. H., & Houck, J. R., “The development of a protoplanetary disk from its natal envelope,” 2007, Nature, 448, 1026. 

Astrophysical Journal article: 



Citation:  Dubus, G., Taam, R. E., Hull, C., Watson, D. M., Mauerhan, J. C., “Spitzer Space Telescope Observations of the Magnetic Cataclysmic Variable AE Aquarii,” 2007, Astrophysical Journal, 663, 516.


Also, if you want to see the flurry of articles written about our Nature paper, go to Google and type in the following: 

“Journal Nature” “Dan Watson” 

(You can even get a few hits if you replace “Dan Watson” with “Chat Hull” – Google knows who I am now…!) 

They’re all pretty much the same story, and there are lots of them…but they’re all interesting!  (And as is to be expected, some are better written than others.) 

And finally, I present to you my own for-the-general-public version of our Nature research, with a short sidebar about the more confusing ApJ article.  My article puts more of a focus on the “missing link” in star formation than on the “rain” that you’ll see highlighted in the online articles…feel free to compare, contrast, and comment! 

This article should be published within the next few days in Penn Yan’s highly regarded Chronicle Express, for those of you who are within its circulation radius… 



Chronicle Express article: 

[Here are two cartoons that go with the article]

Spectrum of NGC 1333-IRAS 4B (full size) 

Spectrum of NGC 1333-IRAS 4B (full size)

Cartoon of collapsing protostar 

Cartoon of collapsing protostar (full size)

ROCHESTER – Penn Yan native Chat Hull, University of Rochester physics and astronomy professor Dan Watson, and their colleagues from UR and other North American universities may have found the missing link in the formation of solar systems like our own. 

In their paper[1], published in the August 30, 2007 issue of Nature, a leading international science journal, they describe how they used the Spitzer Space Telescope to peer into the cold, dark regions of a young, developing star, known as a protostar, called NGC 1333-IRAS 4B, located about 1,000 light-years from Earth. 

What they saw was a stormy scene: a protostar surrounded by enough water to fill the Earth’s oceans five times, and a forecasted precipitation rate of approximately 23 Earth-masses of water per year. 

“Raining” down at speeds faster than a mile per second, supersonic chunks of ice pelt the surface of a dense, dusty disk surrounding the infant star and vaporize on impact, creating what astronomers call an “accretion shock.”   

The astronomers detected this supersonic hailstorm by analyzing the infrared light emitted by the star.  Much of this light was emitted by the “shocked” water as it cooled down after falling from a cloud surrounding the natal star and slamming into the protostellar disk. 

“The news here…is this missing link of how the disks assemble themselves within these envelopes,” says Watson in Nature’s August 30 podcast, referring to how the spherical envelope—the cloud of dust, gas, and ice that surrounds a very young protostar—collapses to form the pancake-shaped disk.  “This is the first time we’ve ever seen the process by which the surrounding envelope’s material arrives at the disk,” he adds. 

Astronomers think that stars begin as cold blobs of dust and gas, which then begin to contract and form a hotter, protostellar core in the blob’s center.  As time goes on, the spherical cloud surrounding the protostar collapses onto a flat, dense disk.  And finally, the material in the disk either falls inward onto the forming star, or condenses to form planets, sometimes resulting in solar systems similar to our own. 

The discovery in IRAS 4B of an accretion shock, which, according to Watson, “has been searched for and theorized about for decades,” fills a gap in the long-accepted theory of stellar and planetary formation: while astronomers have long been able to study the later stages of star formation, they had never seen evidence of the earlier stage when the envelope falls onto the disk. 

One of the reasons astronomers haven’t been able to solve this puzzle until now is that the clouds that surround the youngest, “Class 0” protostars such as IRAS 4B are simply too thick and dusty.  “What’s special about the Spitzer Space Telescope,” says Watson, “is that it lets us see through dense dust and gas clouds.  In fact, we’re now able to see what used to be invisible material at the cores of protostellar condensations.” 

Class 0 protostars are stars in their earliest stages of formation, and may be anywhere from a few thousand to ten or twenty thousand years old.  “We think that what we’re seeing in [IRAS 4B] now is quite a lot like what our solar system was like at the same age,” Watson says. 

This research also sheds light on how our own, rocky, watery Earth may have come to be.  “For the first time,” Watson says, “we’re witnessing the arrival of some future solar system’s supply of water.” 

However, although the water vaporizes after crashing into the disk, it isn’t ready to fill any Finger Lakes yet.  According to Watson, afterward the water must refreeze to form “asteroids and comets before it will be the stuff that will decorate the surfaces of the rocky planets someday and form oceans.” 

Chat Hull is currently living in Guatemala and teaching high-school math and physics in the rural, Mayan town of San Mateo Ixtatán.  He and Jessica Butler, a fellow teacher and Penn Yan resident, will return to their homeland in early November after the end of the Guatemalan school year. 

Chronicle Express sidebar: 

Chat Hull also contributed research to another paper that was published in the July 1 issue of the Astrophysical Journal[2]

In the paper, Hull, Dan Watson (see associated article), and other astronomers used the Spitzer Space Telescope to observe a star known as AE Aquarii, located in the constellation Aquarius. 

AE Aquarii is a binary (two-star) system known as a cataclysmic variable, which consists of a bloated, aging star that is sloughing off much of its material onto a quickly rotating white dwarf, an extremely dense, ancient star remnant. 

The white dwarf is thought to expel most of the material streaming onto it from the aging donor star (see image).  However, the exact conditions near the star are not known, as the spectrum of light emitted from the binary system includes several features that have yet to be explained.  Research is ongoing.




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¡Lleva la Antorcha!

Just a short addition to the recently posted big-time update. 

See below for some pictures from an event that took place last weekend with the youth group of San Mateo’s big evangelical church, whose services I attend every now and then with my wonderful and very evangelical family: 

[] [Día de la Biblia] 

All of the services are in Chuj, of course, so I understand very little; however, I understand enough at points to know that I take issue with much of the church’s doctrine, just as I take issue with certain parts of the doctrines of any other organized religion. 

However, despite any misgivings I might have, I can safely say that the people in San Mateo’s evangelical church are some of the most wonderful, welcoming people I’ve met here. 

The activity consisted of mostly teenagers, a few adults, and a few little kids.  We all headed to Barillas (an hour by car) in the back of about eight cars and trucks, and after a nice lunch and some time to hang out, the kids got ready to run back to San Mateo from Barillas. 

That’s right, they ran back.  As it was the DÍA DE LA BIBLIA (Bible Day), they ran the whole way toting the Christian flag, the Guatemalan flag, and burning torches (symbolizing the Word of God). 

Of course, no one actually ran for the whole time, so my job ended up being the “big strong gringo” who hauled exhausted runners back up into the back of the truck (while it was moving, of course—not an easy task!).   

And as is typical here in Guatemala, no one was even remotely injured despite the fact that diesel ended up being spilled all over the back of the truck as they refilled the torches; and the fact that many of the tired runners missed the ledge on the back of the truck as they attempted to jump up, and thus ended up smashing into the back of the moving vehicle before being dragged along the ground (with maybe only my hand holding them up) until they had the energy to try again.  Intense! 

But in the end, all was good.  After about four hours of the above, we finally arrived in San Mateo, torches in hand.  Civic activity and church services ensued, and at the Sunday afternoon service the church folks gave me, along with some of the other kids, a “diploma” recognizing me for my participation.  Talk about feeling welcome and loved!  It was fantastic. 

And when I went up to accept the certificate, I said a few words of thanks, as is customary here, the first few of which were in Chuj, and the audience erupted!  As people have always told me, and as I’ve confirmed a hundred times over here in San Mateo, there truly is no better way to connect with people and their culture than by learning their language.  Chuj is this year’s specialty.  What’s next?

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Fourth Quarter Milestone

Dearest readers— 

Truthfully, I can’t say that I would have written any sooner had my computer not been taken over for a month by nefarious and nearly inextricable spyware, but you must admit that it’s a good excuse this time!   

I apologize for the long delay, and must recommend to anyone who ever suffers from the same problem to invest the $50 in the most robust version of Trend Micro’s PC-cillin Internet Security.  It’s well worth the price, and has successfully lifted my already catatonic 5-year-old computer out of what really should have been its final resting place. 

It doesn’t seem that long ago since the vacation to Lívingston ended (see the 2 July post, “Vacation to the Tierras Calientes”), but more than two months have gone by, with a seeming lull in productivity.  I recently turned in my third-quarter grades, and a few of my classes (most notably the physics classes, which the kids have a hard time with) hadn’t even had a quiz or a test! 

This may be typical for this fourth-quarter point in the year, although I’m not sure, since this is the first full school year I’ve weathered.  I’ve found myself simply trying to get to the end of the year with some classes; but on the other hand, I’ve begun to really fall into a good, productive groove with the others.  I’m enjoying some semblance of balance, as always, even if it’s a strange one.

August was month of trial and chaos.  In addition to slogging through what has turned out to be a slow chunk of the year, the sheer number of exits and entries into and out of the Foundation would boggle even the mind of a seasoned actor. 

It began first with the departure of Jim, the well-traveled engineer, who very successfully taught computer and statistics classes for three weeks before being moved suddenly by his company to another project in the Dominican Republic. 

A few days after followed the departure of our belovèd Fernando, who left at the beginning of August to begin a Master’s program in Educational Administration at NYU. 

Simultaneously as Fernando left, Beth Neville (the Foundation director) and a barrage of water-filter-project people descended upon the Foundation.  They stayed mostly in the few “hotels” in San Mateo, but their presence, for better or for worse, shook up what had been several months of relative calm in the Foundation. 

Their work, however, is always much appreciated by all: the water filter project is loosely associated with the school, but is really a project of the Ixtatán Foundation itself.  The people who came included several helpers and one scientist, who will be conducting a year-long study comparing the health of the children and the economic well-being of families with and without the clay-and-sawdust water filters we’ve used for several years here in the Foundation.

The study will almost inevitably prove that people with filters spend less money on wood (which they frequently use to boil—and thus disinfect—their water), and may also show that the family’s children turn out to be healthier as well.  Because, as successfully as boiling the water may disinfect it, many people continue to get sick from the water because the containers in which they store the boiled water have been infected previously.  The day when all Mateanos have access to water filters is greatly anticipated by all!

August’s intensity continued with a fantastic project undertaken by a group of students from the international “Round Square” association of boarding schools.  The diverse, bubbly group of 30 or so high-school students from around the world arrived soon after Beth Neville and the filter folks, and headed directly to the aldea of Tiactac (about an hour by car from San Mateo; see the 16 February posts about my weekend there) to install running water in the homes of all of the several hundred families who live there.

Tiactac still has no electricity, but that hasn’t caused nearly the problems that the lack of running water has.  Rainwater collection systems abound, but in the dry season, when the tanks dry up, many women frequently find themselves walking two hours in each direction to the nearest river, with at least 100 pounds of water on their backs on the return trip. 

On the whole, the project was a great success, and, needless to say, the entire community of Tiactac is ecstatic.

And of course, as Guatemalans do, the whole aldea of Tiactac celebrated the project with a two-day-long fiesta, the second day of which much of our school attended.  Food, sports, dancing, and marimba music (provided by our school’s excellent marimba band) were plentiful and enjoyed by all.

The only negative thing that can possibly be associated with the Tiactac project is that the funding came solely from an international organization, and may not have been done for another decade or more had they relied on the funds of the municipality of San Mateo.

I’ve traveled through the villages to the northwest of San Mateo, including Bulej, the hometown of the current mayor.  The roads are fantastic (relatively speaking), and everyone has reliable electricity and running water.

The roads to the villages “on the other side of town,” however (toward Tiactac and Pojom, aldeas to the northeast), are either horrifically bad, or simply nonexistent, and as far as I know electricity isn’t even planned in the area.  (To get an idea of what it’s like to live in the part of the municipality whose residents didn’t vote for the mayor, see my 27 March post for the description of the mudslides down to the aldea of Pojom.)

Elections are coming on September 9 (a long-awaited date for us here in the Foundation, which will mark the end of the tinny, ear-piercing recordings of marimba music that are blasted daily from the “Alianza Nueva Nación” party’s headquarters next door), so the ruling regime in San Mateo may change. 

But it may not, and Tiactac and the other aldeas out that way may continue to be the less favored. 

But then again, if a mayor from out that way is elected, the roles might be reversed.  And if a person from San Mateo proper is elected, all of the aldeas might be neglected and money might only be spent inside the town borders.  Such is politics, I suppose.

To see pictures of the Tiactac water party, and of a recent political rally sponsored by UNE, the leading party in the upcoming elections (that will probably continue to lead if Álvaro Colom, the party candidate, doesn’t get assassinated along with the other 61 people who have been killed so far this election season in Guatemala), click here:

[] [UNE rally, Tiactac water party]

The final installment of the August insanity was the arrival of the both famous and infamous Paul Hiatt, of First Year Players and New Dominions fame (i.e. he’s my dramatically and musically inclined friend from UVa).  He’s taking over a combination of the classes left open by Jim, Fernando, and now Fermín, one of the San Mateo teachers who just left to do his University practicum in Xela.

Obviously, change is rife around here, and while I’m getting used to it, it’s not something I particularly enjoy getting used to.  I know myself well enough to realize that, at least at this stage in my life, I wouldn’t be happy working the same job for 40 years, so change is good…but really, there’s a limit to how much change one can take!

On the bright side of things, the wealth of scholastic lethargy and Foundation-based insanity have been tempered recently by the arrival of three most excellent people: first, my very own madre toward the end of July, and later by los padres Butler, a few weeks ago.  Both of their visits were wonderfully pleasant and parental, and as far as we here in the Foundation can tell, a good time was had by all.  A few pictures from my Mom’s visit can be seen at the link just down the page.

The only downside of parental visits is that one must go to Guatemala City to pick them up. 

Guatemala City is a lawless wasteland of death, sin, and otherwise vast quantities of unpleasantness, and should be avoided at all costs.

I confirmed this when, on the way back from dropping my Mom off at the airport, I was sneakily robbed of all of my music-listening equipment when I left my bag sitting alone on my seat for [literally] a grand total of 45 seconds.

That incident was the third time I had been robbed in three months, the first being when my wallet was stolen at the feria in Barillas in May, and the second when I was forcibly robbed of my cash at a disco in Lívingston in June.  Hopefully I’m not seeming more “rob-worthy” to the Fates by talking about the incidents here, but the three-for-three streak seems like something worth commenting on.

Really all that’s come out of my being thieved several times, aside from a bit of current and future financial annoyance, is a loss of faith in people. 

In the first 22 years of my life I was only robbed once, and that was because I left my car window cracked.  When I traveled, I was so careful with my wallet and belongings at times that it bordered on paranoia.  And since I never got robbed, I always thought I might be guilty of having too little faith in people who were, perhaps, better people than I gave them credit for.

That lovely notion has been riddled with bullets down here in Guatemala.  Now I feel as if I could still somehow get robbed even if I were traveling in my most paranoid state, and that’s very sad, because it causes one to expend all kinds of energy and suffer from large amounts of anxiety during the sometimes full-day of bus rides that are the norm here.

A few good things have come of the unfortunate events, though.  First, I have virtually nothing anyone would want to steal anyway!  But more important, I’ve learned to live successfully and happily without so many fancy technological things. 

Sure, I’ll probably replace them when I get home, but especially during the last month, when my computer was out of commission, it helped me to escape at least momentarily from my technological American haze and to see and appreciate much more all of the wonderful things around me here in San Mateo: a great family, wonderful people, cool students, unbelievable landscape, and generally a healthy, tranquil lifestyle led by people who have no need whatsoever for iPods and fancy headphones. 

In fact, if the people here had iPods and walked around the streets with their little white earphones stuck in their ears, this place wouldn’t be nearly as great as it is.

Jumping to more recent events, during the height of the early-August humanity deluge, I took another trip to Chaculá, the funky aldea near the Mexican border where I had been forced to spend the night on my way back from Mexico City on the fateful, bus-less Semana Santa weekend. 

It was just as tranquil as I had hoped.  Reading material and hobo-esque sheet full of food slung over my shoulder, I waited for hours for the sparse transport out to the aldea; I relaxed by the laguna just outside of the town; I lounged and read in a higher-up field after the mosquitoes (unheard of in San Mateo) started biting me at the laguna; I chatted with the locals about their post-war resettlement experiences; and I waited for hours for a ride back.  And all was good.

And of course, I confirmed yet again how progressive Chaculá really is.  I explained my impressions at length in my 12 April Mexico epic, and saw even more things to back up my first impressions. 

Most interesting were the “NO TO THE MINING COMPANIES!” signs that the elementary school children had drawn and plastered all over town.  It turned out that the meeting about whether or not to let the mining companies in was happening that very Saturday in Nentón, the other Chuj-speaking municipality to which Chaculá belongs.  With all of the new, progressive aldeas in the area, it seems highly unlikely that the mining companies will be allowed in.

However, I heard from José Díaz, the cool nurse and community leader from Chaculá whom I met the last time I was there, that in September the municipality of San Mateo is going to have the same sort of meeting, and no one here has heard anything about it! 

Historically, the people from this area have been vehemently anti-mining, so I don’t expect minds to change so rapidly, but the lack of community action on the subject—and on many other important subjects—is distressing. 

For pictures of my Mom’s visit, my pleasant visit to Chaculá, and a few pictures from the recent graduation (Associate’s degree, more or less) of Alberto, one of the other teachers, see here:

[] [Mom, Chaculá, Alberto’s Graduation]

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is it for now.  Elections will be here in one week; the town feria is coming up in two (expect another post around that time); the graduating sexto students finish classes at the end of September, the week after the feria; graduation is a month after that, at the end of October; and then in early November I make my grand re-entrance into the glorious U.S. and A.  Tempus fugit!  

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Fashion and Fiestas

Parties and looking good are pretty big here in San Mateo.  First of all, check out the pictures from Doña Ana’s birthday party (the Mom of the family I live with upstairs), and the pictures from Teacher’s Day, both of which were very exciting:

[] [Doña Ana’s Birthday, Teacher’s Day]

And finally, the fashion show: 

[] [Family Fashion]

This is surely the first of many runway exhibitions, considering that Fernando and I got our traditional San Mateo capixayes only yesterday.  More to come when you least expect it… 

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