We arrived in Guatemala safe and sound yesterday afternoon. Well, minus a few small “issues.” The plane that two folks from Little Lambs were on had to make a medical emergency stop in North Carolina. A brief detour but it produced no real problems. Then El Schwab had a brief “Oh crap where is my passport moment” (it fell out of his pocket while he was throwing something away). But other than that we have been golden.
Right now I am sitting on the roof of our hostel watching the sunrise. The mountains are beautiful and the clouds are meeting the mountains at their peak so as to give the illusion that the mountains are continuing into eternity.
I apologize for waxing poetic but if you were looking at what I was looking at right now you would write the same thing.
Put plainly, what a beautiful country.
We didn’t do a ton yesterday. It was more a day to relax and get our bearing. We picked up the work trucks, grabbed dinner, walked around the mall, exchanged money, had a perfect cup of coffee (more on that later), went to a bar/restaurant (more on that later) and came back and slept.
Today we are going to a mega church in Guatemala City, and then will head to Jalapa. We are all very excited to get our hands dirty. I found out yesterday that we are building a retaining wall. Sweet. I’m not really sure what that is. Basically I think we are all banking on Jamie (VP of Little Lambs) to tell us exactly what to do. We’ll figure it out.
We attempted to meet up with our first shoe pick-up person yesterday (from Hogar Miguel) but were unable to. We left the shoes with a Little Lambs employee in the center of Guatemala City so hopefully they were able to meet up at some point last night after we had parted ways.
A word on the coffee: for those of you that drink coffee and make your own cup of joe every morning, envision the best cup of coffee you’ve ever made. I’m talking like that one time the coffee gods aligned and it was smooth, rich, etc.
That’s every cup of coffee here. Seriously.
So we went to this bar that had a live band last night. There was dancing. Ok, so I know I can’t dance. I’ve accepted that, but is it possible that men and women in Latin American countries were born with an extra muscle in their hips that provides them the uncanny ability to “shake it”? I think so…
Looking forward to church, looking forward to Jalapa.