I had lost control of the ball. There I was, running down the 47º hill with no choice but to plead for the help of the small muchachos at the bottom of the incline. So I did. And one obliged. And kicked the ball at 67 mph point blank into my stomach. Now that should definitely be the new San Mateo greeting. Awesome.
Things here are motoring–classes with 1º, 2º, and 3º básico started today, so I’m up to 4 or 5 classes a day instead of the measly 2 or 3 I was teaching last week. Although, I think it’s good to have more to do, because the feeling of being cooped up in the Foundation is starting to creep up on me. Once I get into a rhythm I expect I’ll have some sort of afternoon/weekend activities to report on. Speaking of weekend activities, check out Guatemala photo albums 1 & 2–definitely some gnarly vistas from the hike around the “local mountains.”
Aside from that, things continue their slide away from chaos and hopefully into some semblance of normalcy, as much as can be expected here in the ever-funky land of Ixtatán. You know, the standard stuff: volcanoes erupting in nearby cities and causing it to rain for days on end; the government still not giving the banks their fill on legal tender, etc. Beth Neville and John leave for Virginia tomorrow, leaving us gringos to fend for ourselves–if you don’t hear from me for more than a month, you’ll know that I’ve been claimed by the cannibalistic infighting! But until then, we continue on…