I grad-u-muated!

Wow. Holy crap, I'm an adult. When the fuck did that happen? Most of my friends are adults too... and I have photographic proof.

See?

We all growed up and stuff. Graduation was a blast, even with the inevitable and lamentable speeches. But they didn't go on too long, and the skits and SNL-style news jokes were a hit. The food was the same as it always is - some sorta nut-crusted chicken thing with what tries to be pesto rice but is actually just green and bland with overcooked veggies.

So now I've gotta get on with being adult... scary. And to really nail down my status as a 'mature individual' my husband is, as we speak, applying for a promotion. Holy crap! I hope he gets it. It would be really nice to have everyone else acknowledge that he's a FREAKING GENIUS.

'Cause he is, really. He's way smarter than I am. And no one gives him the credit he deserves. Which sucks. So promotion good.

Okay, now I have tools!

But I don't have any idea how to use them. This awesome piece of computing equipment comes with software that should let me make this blog WAY way way mondo better...

The only problem is that I don't know how to get the stuff on this computer up to blogger. And until my husband gets www.becluelessfaster.com up and running, I'm kinda blogger dependent. Being that it's free and all. If I could buy a clue at Kmart, I'm sure that this wouldn't be a problem. Even though my hubbie has shown me how to write stuff in various web-creation programs (the one written by Macromedia, most notably) none of it ever sticks.

Hence, the need for a clue at Kmart. Altho I'm po' so I might have to go to the dollar store and get the discount version. I feel like I've gotten access to a supercomputer and I'm trying to get the answer to 2 + 2. Not that I could solve that anyway, but still. Afterall, those imaginary numbers are out to get me.

(They're after me! The ride behind me in large white vans carrying flyswatters. Flyswatters, I tell ya!)

Happiness and Computing

So we sold my car. Very sad... but also quite good. I had a 2002 WRX. It looked something like this -

But mine had more dents and less miles. Her name was the Folley, 'cause I bought her when I really really really should have been conserving my cashflow.

Ripshit fast, and able to carry $800 of Ikea furniture home in one trip. How cool is that? Alas, she needed to go to a new home, so we listed her on Autotrader and she sold in less than a week.

She went to a good home... I think. He's a student in College Station, TX and his Dad's a cop. If I find out that he wraps her around a tree while drunk, I'm gonna find him and open up a can of whupass! Then again, I'll probably have to get in line behind Daddy dearest, but that's fine with me.

Anyway, with all of our new moolah, we'll actually be able to afford the final steps of making me a doctor. There are fees inside of fees, people! If I had known (I guess they told me about this cash hemorrhage... ONCE... when I was an INTERN and couldn't see past the next call night, let alone three YEARS into the future) I would have been saving pennies for a while now.

But I didn't. 'Cause I'm dumb. Hence, the selling of the car. But even the State of Texas and the American Academy of Pediatrics won't be able to spend the entire sale cost of the Scoob. Yippee!

So guess what I got. Just guess. You get three tries...

Okay, no, that's not it.
Hint: It weighs about 5.6 lbs and is Energy Star compliant.

No, but you're getting closer.
Hint: It comes in a sexy black box.

Almost!
Hint: It has a 2.16 GHz Intel Core Duo processor.

That's right, I scored a totally sweet MacBook Pro! And 'cause I live with a computer super-God, he insisted that I trick the sucker out. Maxed out the RAM, the good graphics card, the second largest hard drive, the three year protection plan... Super Duper Sweet! The damn thing even has a remote. WTF? Why does a computer need a remote? I don't know, and I don't care! It's just freaking cool.

Next on the list with our cash... garage door opener. Not nearly as sexy. But useful.

Meanwhile, I'm gonna keep playing with my new toy. Ciao!

Doh!

Here was the plan this morning:

- dress in the cute new *white* short skirt I bought yesterday
- get the hair cut and highlighted
- find a Windows computer (grr - Macs rule! And the USMLE does NOT because their practice CD isn't Mac compatible) and do my stupid practice questions.

What happened:

- changed into scrubs
- went to clinic (oops - I'd forgotten about that!)
- Aunt Flo came to town (wouldn't that have been freaking grand in a short white summer skirt, hmm?)
- found a Windows machine and did my stoopid test questions.

Hopefully the rest of the week will go more smoothly.

Dinner goodness

Those of you who know me, know that I'm a little bit of a gourmand. I like my food and wine - and I hate hate hate putting anything in my mouth that doesn't taste good. What's the point? So in defense of my wallet I've learned to cook. And I don't suck. Last night I made a lovely Boursin-stuffed chicken breast with garlic mashers and a side salad.

But sometimes, the fancy-schmancy food needs to take a seat. 'Cause we all need some good ole American-style grease. So tonight -

hot dogs
Kraft mac 'n' sleeze (the kind with the gooey Velveeta packet instead of the powder)
salad with ranch dressing

Awww yeah.

USMLE step 3 and buffet food

Let's tackle the second part of my title first. I discovered something new today... I don't like Dimassi's Mediterranean Grill. Not one little bit. I shouldn't have been suprised since I generally don't like buffets/cafeterias/appetizer bar thingies anywhoo. Just read the article connected to the link. How many places actually have their employees "[k]eep all surface areas clean. Employees should quickly clean up any spills. Staffers should be made aware of the dangers of spreading germs through wiping cloths. Studies have shown that wiping cloths can contain enough foodborne microorganisms to make people sick. To prevent this from happening, store wiping cloths in sanitizing solution at the proper concentration at all times." Have you ever seen a cafeteria employee hit the sanitation bucket between every wipe? I'm sure that reputable chains try to teach that to their people, but come on! It just never happens. I didn't see anything wrong at Dimassi's, but I just don't trust the whole idea of a public buffet in general. And then there was the food.

It was passable. I could eat it.

But not much more.

I won't be going back - at least not for the food. I won't protest too much if someone I like drags me back (hi Keith!)... but otherwise hell no. For the same amount of money there is MUCH better food to be had. Oh well.

Now on to the step. It is the third of three United States Medical Licensing Examinations and holy crap will I be glad when its over. It has all of this (shudder) adult medicine on it.

YUCK! Smelly adults (nevermind that I'm a smelly adult.) All this icky stuff I haven't had to think about. Dementia. Diabetic foot ulcers. Schizophrenia. Freaking colon cancer!

This is the last time I ever have to study the adult pathophys... or is it? Oh yeah, I want to do pedi ER. That means one month of adult ER. Oh powers that be, if you exist, please help me through that month... and help my patients while you're at it!

Stolen from Dave!

1) What's in the glove box of your car?

Owner's manual, spare brush. That's about it.

2) Favorite classes in college (or high school):

Anything taught by Anita Tien or David Haines.

3) Shampoo brand:

Pantene for red heads. I really like Aveda, but it's too much money.

4) Favorite piece of furniture you own:

A stainless steel table from Ace Mart Restaurant Supply Company. I really really love that table!

5) Idea of a really good first date:

Uhhh... one with my husband?

6) Favorite fruit:

Blackberries.

7) Pick a passage from a favorite book:

"Why should i give two tugs of a dead dogs cock?" - Spider Jeruselem, Transmetropolitain.

8) What would you eat for dinner if it were your last night on earth?

Local: benjy's - what would depend on the special. I like their crawdad flapjack appetizer. US: Blue Room, Boston, MA. One of their lamb shanks. For sure. International: rissotto in Italy. Oh, oh yeaaaaaah.

9) Free Will or Destiny?

Free will.

10) What would you sing at karaoke?

Apparently, I sing Vanilla Ice. Don't ask.

11) Sweater or Sweatshirt?

Sweater. Preferably cashmere. But not likely.

12) Paris, NYC, Tokyo, or Rio de Janeiro?

Paris. Lovely town, great food, people who appreciate wine. My kinda place.

13) What do you wear to bed usually?

Nothin' Clothes are evil when sleeping.

14) If you dyed your hair, what colour would you dye it?

Purple.

15) If you went back to school, what would you study?

Less freaking chemistry. More history and possibly Spanish.

16) Gum or mints?

Gum - it's all about the water brash. Water brash is the saliva that you make and then swallow by chewing gum. The great freaking thing about water brash is that it is alkaline... which helps with my heartburn. Yay!

17) Recurring nightmares?

None. At least not any more. Which is nice.

18) Age & location of first kiss?

Sixth grade in Nancy's back yard. Yes, truth or dare was involved.

19) Describe your favourite pair of shoes:

A pair of Steve Madden black cowboy boots that I bought in Boston for fifty bucks. Aww yeah. They have these great pointed toes.

20) What movie/tv character do you feel like you relate to most?

Sometimes I feel like Meg from Family Guy, and sometimes I feel like that bitchy ER chief (the one with the red hair and the cane) from the show, eh, ER.

21) First CD purchase:

Bon Jovi, Slippery When Wet. 80's hairband goodness. So yummy.

22) First concert:

Huey Lewis and the News. No idea what year, but I know that my dad had to drive me.

23) Do you like camping?

Yes, but I haven't been in years. Who knows if I would like it now that I'm all adult and stuff.

24) If you were doomed to be mauled to death by an animal, what animal would you prefer that to be?

Dolphins. As long as they were singing, "So long and thanks for all the fish" from the Hitchhiker's Guide.

25) Do you/would you own a gun?

Hell no. Especially not a handgun. Maybe if I lived in Maine and knew how to shoot, dress and cook deer meat I would get a shotgun. But handguns are only used to kill people, which I just can't agree with.

26) What religion would you like to know more about:

None of them, really. At least not in the 'I think I want to join this religion' kinda way. I'm curious about other people's beliefs... but I'm not looking to change my personal belief system.

27) Favourite food as a kid:

Filet mignon. Seriously.

28) How many languages do you speak?

One sorta well - that would be English. I used to be fluent in German, but that's gone. I can do a reasonable history and physical exam in Spanish, but let me tell ya, my grammer isn't so great.

29) If you were a natural disaster, would you be a tornado, hurricane, or earthquake?

Earthquake.

30) If you could make one state in the US just go away, which state would that be?

Possibly South Dakota, but maybe my current state... Texas.

31) How many prescriptions do you take?

I'm supposed to be taking three, but I'm currently only on two. Oh well.

32) Lake or Ocean?

Ocean. For sure. I like them boats on that there ocean... but I'm not a beach. I'm a snow person. Oh well, my love for the ocean will go unfulfilled.

33) What is the worst lie you've ever told to get out of work, (and don't say you've never lied to get out of work, because that my friend is a lie and you know it)?

Food poisoning. Yeah, right.

34) Do you carry a backpack, a satchel or "man bag", tote bag, brief case, or a backpack on wheels?

Backpack. And no, I don't have a man bag 'cause I'm not a man. At least last time I checked.

35) Have you ever been arrested/cited for anything other than traffic violations?

Yes.

36) Would you ever move for/with a significant other?

Yes - it might happen in the next two years as a matter of fact. Well, I won't be moving to find my man, but 'cause he kinda wants to go back east. Yup.

37) What was the weirdest thing you had to dissect for biology?

Well, I dissected a human in med school. Does that count?

38) Would you ever consider spending some time at a nudist colony?

Probably not. I'm waaaaaaaaaay too pale.

39) Best thing you can cook?

Either my mushroom risotto, or my lasagne. My husband says risotto or lasagne or my shepherd's pie.

40) If you were going to donate 1000 dollars to a charity, what would that be?

Red Cross or Hope and Healing in Memphis. The folks there do really good work.

I tag Eileen!

Love/Hate

I love my mother, but I also hate hate hate her. She gets confused. Really confused. Yesterday was a good day, and everything seemed to be crusing along just fine for our upcoming trip to Cali. Today she had everything backwards. And she hadn't done the one thing I had asked her to do in order to make sure I could get our reservations today.

So now I have hotel reservations for the four days in the middle of our trip, no plane tickets, no hotel reservations in San Francisco and a mother who is convinced that I asked her to spend $1000 per room per night for four nights.

Which I hadn't done. The first thing she wanted me to do today was cancel the four night reservation that I had. I said no.

Nicely.

But it took a damn long while until I figured out why she had wanted me to cancel the reservations. She doesn't seem to remember how much she liked really nice accomidations on trips with my Dad, and she certainly has NO IDEA how much those rooms cost per night. Not that I knock budget travel - I don't. Shit, you all should see the hotel rooms I used in Guatemala - and I was happy about it! But I know what my mother likes, even when she won't admit it. Her favorite hotel in the world is in freaking Hong Kong - overlooking the harbor, rooftop pool, and we had a two room suite. Her favorite hotel in Boston is the Elliot Hotel (which starts at $315 a night!) and her favorite in NYC is the Parker Meridian, which starts at $295!

Yargh. The hotel Dad, Mom and I stayed in while we 'did Rome' was $474 a night. She even admits she really liked that place, especially the breakfast brunch! Why why why won't she spend the money to have that kind of quality experience? I KNOW she likes it. I know she can afford it. I could totally plan a Cali vacation much more cheaply than I plan to make this one. But it wouldn't make her happy. She wouldn't like the kinds of compromises I would make. Hell, she probably wouldn't like the activities I would plan. She's used to the best on vacation - and a trip on my budget wouldn't give her that.

Yargh. Damn it! I'll get this bad boy squared away if it kills me. 'Cause I love her.

Yay - I got tagged

I AM: a wife, a doctor, a daughter, an avid reader and a big time procrastinator.

I WANT: whirled peas. Actually, I want my dad back. Barring that, a plasma screen or LCD flatpanel TV would be nice.

I WISH: my mother didn't have short term memory issues / episodes of delirium.

I HATE: stupid people. Example - there was a case of rabies diagnosed in our PICU recently. Now, when exposed to droplets from a rabies patient, you need to get the rabies vaccine. 'Cause rabies is 100% fatal. We don't got no meds to treat that sumbitch! So getting the vaccine is important, right? So when the doc who needed the vaccine was told that he couldn't get it that Friday (and the employee health office wasn't open on Saturday) 'cause the tech had to go to freaking LensCrafters (!) I was a little upset on his behalf. That is just blatant negligent supidity. And carelessness. Oh - and incompetence too!

I MISS: Boston. I wish it wasn't so darn expensive up there.

I FEAR: that I'll disappoint my husband or fail a patient. I fear I won't pass the pedi boards.

I HEAR: Alton Brown on Iron Chef America. It's battle goat cheese. Bobby Flay just screwed something up and is starting a dish over. Bad omen.

I WONDER: if I can find a copy of the Element 'I pinch' commercial somewhere on the internet. I LOVE that ad.

I REGRET: not voting in the last primary. I can't complain if I didn't vote.

I AM NOT: daintly or tactful. This is sometimes a problem.

I DANCE: like a goth.

I SING: poorly, but very enthusiastically.

I CRY: at commercials. Sad, but true. (Just ask the husband - he's seen it!)

I AM NOT ALWAYS: nice. But that isn't news to anyone.

I MADE: chicken stock today. I love my pressure cooker.

I WRITE: admission notes, progress notes, ER notes, pediatric mock codes and this blog. I used to write well, but now what I write usually resembles alphabet soup.

I CONFUSE: TTP with ITP - it's a medical thing. I also confuse Francis with Keith. Oops.

I NEED: money. But who doesn't?

I SHOULD: study more.

I START: a new job in August. Yikes.

I FINISH: fiction (particularly romance novels) very very quickly.

I TAG: Nobody - 'cause everyone I know who blogs has either done this or doesn't do these lists. (Hi Dave!) I would tag my husband, but he doesn't blog. Yet (he says).

Apparently, I'm a bad girl.

So I stole a Dante's Inferno quiz from Eileen's blog... she landed in the 2nd level of hell. I didn't do quite as well -

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Very High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Moderate

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

Post 100! How about that?

Wow. I started this thing nearly a year ago, and I'm somewhat amazed that I'm still going strong. I like my blog, I like writing and I want to keep on going.

Cool.

So - without much futher ado - more Guatemala!

Welcome to Livingston! I've posted about this before, but now I have pictures. Nifty. The kiddo in front is a little Garifuna boy paddling in the water, blowing bubbles, and taunting his friends in his native dialect. Some things are universal.

There wasn't much interesting in Livingston to photograph, although I tried. The best I could come up with is a picture of what I think are drying racks between two waterfront houses. I didn't catch the chickens in this shot, but trust me, they were there!

Some of the more interesting stuff was on the boatride between Rio Dulce and Livingston. The canyon of graffiti was one such site. I managed to snag a picture of the oldest graffiti on the wall. Go me!

And finally, Rio Dulce itself. A squat, run down and typically Guatemalan port of call popular with the yatching set. I don't think that these were the multimillionaire yatchers... I don't think those guys every leave the 'proper' part of the Carribean, or perhaps the Med. These guys were the college drop-out, I-started-my-own-business-and-got-lucky kinda guys. But nice nonetheless.

Copan, Hounduras

The locals like to say that if the Mayan city of Tikal was like New York City - the population and busines capital of the nation - then Copan was like San Francisco. Lots of art and culture, and a whole lot fewer skyscapers. Tikal (apparently, I didn't get there) has some of the tallest pyramids in the Mayan world. Copan's pyramids aren't as high, but are very well preserved and the carvings are fantastic.

But before I get to the ruins, I had to go through a little more modern detritus.

Pyramid 1 at Copan has these incredibly tall, steep steps to the top. The priests who used to trek up thos bad boys would wear 40-50 lbs of jade! Talk about buns of steel!

In the main plaza around Pyramid 1, the king 17 Monkeys erected 17 statues of himself. As silly as this sounds, he was the most powerful and successful of the rulers of Copan... so I guess he deserved it. He's in his medatation pose and his headdress is made of macau feathers. The Mayans were VERY into the macau. Then again, according to my guide, pretty much any animal that showed up in any of the carvings was 'sacred'. Could - just maybe - one or two of the carvings have just been for the hell of it? Nah...

Also in the main plaza - human sacrifice. They would lay the poor fool out on this huge hunk of rock, slice him open and then collect his blood in the grooves. The person chosen for sacrifice was the team captain of the losing side in the Mayan equivalent of soccer. Just goes to show that there is a deep and organic tendency to take goal based sports VERY seriously in Central and South America.

The playing field for sacrifice ball. I know there is a proper name for the game, and calling it 'sacrifice ball' is probably disrespectful... But oh well. The game was played by trying to knock the softball-sized ball into the goal using only the trunk (ya know - the chest and shoulders, silly!).

The Maya didn't invent true arches - notice no capstone. They also didn't invent the wheel. Go figure.

Okay, maybe the Mayans do some sculptures just for fun.

Meeting the demand for pictures!

So I've finally figured out how to get pictures up here... and I've finally gotten Firefox to agree with me. Yargh.

Anyway, this was my office. I had a table, four scales, one bed and a bathroom with a shower. All the medical necessities. Hah!


And all of the reference books were brought on my back from the US.

Heavy.

But everything else was in Spanish or 20 years old. Not useful. The desk got more and more crowded as I learned more Spanish... suddenly I had everything in both English and Spanish. One copy for me and one copy for the patients.

It's good to know enough to be dangerous.

Next is the exam table and the sheets that were NEVER changed. Ever. Not once in four weeks. Very freaking scary.

And then there was Chiquimula - a teeming, busy, transit-oriented and downright scary collection of mid-sized town. I hadn't seen such a collection of poor people, bad smells, fresh produce and chickens since Hong Kong. Only Hong Kong smelled better.

Most of Guatemala looks like this... except the rich areas of Antigua and Guatemala City. Which would be really really small areas.

So even relatively ugly commercial and transport centers like Chiquimula have pretty bits. I really liked this frond tree. Until the old man beggar went for my camera. Can't win it all, can ya?

Up next, Mayan ruins!

Theft!

Something else I stole from Karla... I plan on being her vice chair in the campaign for world domination. I'm bringing the punch and pie!



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Plane ride home

Four weeks done and I’m finally going home. Part of me is sad, ‘cause this was probably my last great adventure before children and responsibility tie me down. Not that I’m not looking forward to having kids, I am. But the final death of ‘young adulthood’ is sad.

To me, the period between 18 and 30 should be when someone goes out to experience the world and everything in it. Education is a huge part of that – I’m not advocating skipping college or trade school or whatever other kind of training needed to be productive after 30. So I think those folks who just fuck off to ‘see the world’ are missing something huge – context for the experience. I think you have to know what you have (learning, experience, the privilege of US citizenship) in order to know what other people don’t.

But still, I think everyone needs some adventure. A semester (or year) abroad. Fluency in at least one foreign language. At least a visit to somewhere without all of the opportunities of the US and Canada. (An aside on Canadians – they seem to be much better at gaining perspective on the rest of the world. I think being a part of the British Commonwealth helps – those Canucks can work in places that US citizens have a hard time. And their public education doesn’t suck.) Time living somewhere where the health care is socialized and higher education doesn’t require mortgaging the house.

I think I’m a better person and a better citizen because of my non-US experiences. And I fell sorry for those who haven’t had the same opportunity. I also think those people who haven’t traveled are much more likely to vote for laws (or wars) that the rest of the world think are frankingly asinine.

So I’m sad. ‘Cause my time of adventure has just passed. After leaving residency there won’t be many more opportunities to run away to another country for an extended period. No more flying by the seat of my pants and the Lonely Planet guidebook. We hope for children and professional success and home improvement.

All of these are good things. And I look forward to them… but they don’t much allow for four weeks in a third world country.

I’m not saying there won’t be more vacations. That’s not right – I plan on dragging my poor, suffering and greatly understanding husband back to Guatemala to see everything I’ve seen. I met some outstanding folks who just started a pediatric clinic in Honduras that I want to help. I want to go to Belize with my hubbie – ‘cause it is supposed to be amazing there. I want to help the underserviced Mayan get routine pediatric healthcare more than once every two months – ‘cause you can’t get far if you’re deaf secondary to multiple untreated otitis medias.

On a total side note, lots of American couples travel to Guatemala to adopt. One such couple is sitting in front of me and they are such a pretty family. They obviously love their new son very much – his name is Brock. (Although he looks more like a Jorge.) He’s happy and smilely and his mother obviously can’t get enough of him. I would guess that Btock’s about 3 months old.

I wonder what questions he’ll ask in 18 years?

But back to my original point – I’m not like Karla. I really really envy some parts of her life. Not everything, mind, but some of her opportunities are astounding. My husband’s job won’t pull him overseas, and mine won’t either. Fate willing I won’t have problems with conception and our disposable income will go towards our kids. But even if we had similar problems, the cars and the skiing and the architecture we hope to create would probably preclude adventure. Not to mention neither my nor my husband’s profession is much predisposed to copious vacation time. And two or three weeks a year just isn’t enough time to properly adventure.

So I’m sad, ‘cause this is the last great fling. I’ve flown by the seat of my pants, seen the Holy Week of all Holy Weeks, slept in a room that would be classified as a screen porch state-side, avoided traveler’s diarrhea and helped treat patients who live on less money per day than I spend on one beer in a bar.

But I’m also obscenely happy – I’m returning to my husband, the land of hot water, A/C, drinkable tap water and busses that aren’t crammed with livestock, produce, cargo and more people than rationally fit. I also will no longer be tripping over chickens, which is nice.

‘Cause it ain’t Guatemala if there aren’t chickens, Gallo and busses. (Gallo is a beer – the most popular beer in Guatemala. It’s obscenely alcoholic, tastes like bad Bud and is everywhere, The nearest competitor is Brahva, which is less alcoholic but more flavorful. Needless to say, the clinic was right next to the Brahva brewery… and it was still easier to drink Gallo. Talk about near monopoly!)

I can’t wait to get back.

More Antigua, less people

Well, the craziness that is Good Friday is over. I think I'm relieved. The day was fun, but I think if I had to do that two days in a row I would just about die. Too much watching your wallet, worrying about money and nose-clogging incense for more than 24 hours.

I did get some amazing pictures, though. I saw two processions altogether - that doesn't sound like much, but these guys process for 8 hours at a time. The carriers trade off every block, and generally each man or woman carries twice. The first procession carried a depiction of Christ carrying the cross, and the second was Señor Sepultado. The Señor is the dead Christ after crucifiction. - very bloody and gory. And with movable arms and legs! Will the fun never cease?

Today the streets are very quiet. Relaxing - it seems like everyone has exhaled after a long trek uphill. Now we are all happily sliding down the other side of the pass, getting ready to go back to work. I have to leave tomorrow, and I still haven't quite figured out where the busses leave. Unlike other bloggers (hi Karla!) I don't exactly plan. Oh well - as I said yesterday, things just have the tendancy to work out.

Wish me luck!

Antigua is the place to be!

For you heathens out there, today is Good Friday. I am one of the heathens, so I wouldn't normally care. But here in Antigua, Good Friday is a BIG fucking deal. I have seen about 100+ 'carpets', numerous processions and more truly pious peolpe than I've ever seen before all in one place. And one incredibly rude Frenchman.

Check this out - I've found a place to stand in La Merced Church at 6am, which is when the first procession is going to leave. The devout outnumber the tourists by, well, a whole freaking lot. So as the Lord's Prayer echos through the church, followed closely by Hail Mary, I try to appear as respectful as possible. When the Jesús Nazareno comes parallel to my position, the families around me kneel. So I kneel. Then this French asshole starts stepping over the kneeling devout - including the 80+ year old lady who had needed help to get down on her knees. He manages to step over her as she was getting help trying to get up, and literally knocks her back down to her knees. I wanted to slug the guy.

But enough negative stuff. This place is truly amazing. I am so grateful I've been able to watch these incredible people express their faith. I wish I believed like they do, but sadly, I'm still solidly athesist. Oh well.

This trip has been all about serendipity. I really didn't have any plans when I came down, except maybe I knew I wanted to go hike the volcanos. The one I hiked is called Pacaya - and a new lava flow had broken through at 6am that morning! I could walk right up to the flow if I wanted to... but given that it's LAVA it was a little too hot to do that. (Duh. right?) Actually, the fact that lava is hot doesn't seem to be a given to some people. One of the guides (!) walked up to the flow, put his gloved hand on one of the cooling flows and then snatched his hand away, saying in a suprised (!) voice, "It's hot!"

Good to know stupidity is universal. Yargh.

But anyway, back to serendipity. I woke up this morning and wandered over to La Merced to catch the start of the procession. After Jesus had been launched (more on that some other time) I started wandering looking for carpets. The carpets are art laid out on the street made out of flowers, fruits and veggies or stained sawdust - and they are beautiful. Some depict Christ, some depict the stations of the crucifixion and some are just abstract. But they are all wonderful and exceedingly fleeting. See, they are completed just before the procession arrives. During the procession, only those carrying the float are allowed to step on the carpets. In so doing, every carpet is destroyed. Some of the sawdust carpets take 20 people 12 to 14 hours to complete... and the completed project only lasts about 1 hour. The flower carpets are deliberately left incomplete until minutes before the arrival of the procession, to ensure maximum freshness.

So I'm looking for carpets, and here is when we finally get around to one of the best chance encounters ever. I managed to run into a tour by Elizabeth Bell, who is famous for the quality of her tours. So I tagged along. It was so good that I asked to pay and officially became part of the group. The quality was just too good to mooch. So from 7am to 9am I got to wander around Antigua with the best in the business. And all for less than $12! I have so many pictures that I have to pay the guy running this café to burn it all to a CD so that I can get more room back.

I can't wait to get home and post some of them.

It is a good damn day to be alive.

¡Tengo calor!

Holy shit, Livingston is hot. And my hotel does NOT have air conditioning. Yargh. I didn't think that maybe at the beginning of spring break (or Semana Santa if you're technical about it) I might could need reservations at the nice hotel. So I'm definitely in second class accomidations. Oh well, the Lonely Planet guide didn't slam the place, so it can't be that bad.

Livingston has not been as fun as Copan. It is a little bit shadier, a little bit dirtier and a little less revamped. But hey, I still got to see the Garifuna who are definitely a niche sorta culture. Basically a bunch of slaves mutineed (good for them) and then married a bunch of locals. The Brits eventually established control of their local paradise - then deported everyone to various remote tropical hell-holes. A lot of them died of starvation on some Godforsaken rock, but some of them survived to make it here.

Here they stay, a very unique group of folks very distinct from everyone else. I can't describe it - ya just gotta be here. My best attempt is to say that because of their presence, Livingston is like a Spanish-speaking Jamaca, only possibly poorer.

The other up side is that I met a large group of American college students touring around with two very interesting professsors. One is a history prof and one is polysci. I was lucky to run into them 'cause otherwise I have no idea how I would have gotten home from the beach.

Let me start over - the Lonely Planet guide points out that the beaches in town are all crap (true) because of the abundance of litter (also true) but there is a nice beach if you take a cab (true as well.) What they don't mention (and REALLY REALLY should!) is that there is NO obvious way to get a cab back. None. I really thought I had found shit creek... until a very nice college student asked me in bad Spanish where I was from. From there we started talking and I met the rest of the group and the profs. I asked to hitch a ride on their boat (I had come over land) and they agreed.

God, oh thank God for nice people. I would have been really screwed. So I'm gonna buy them both a beer at dinner. They all really deserve it.

And the thing is, the beach wasn't really that nice. Yikes! Tomorrow, back to Teculutan. Then Antigua! Yay!

Two in one day! A record!

I´m sitting at the internet cafe basking in the A/C. I had originally come here to call my husband, but he didn´t answer the phone. He´s probably basking in the sun at the beach house. He and his buds used to have an anual weekend-long party at a Galveston beach house, and they´ve been talking about it ever since. They decided to relive their glory days this weekend.

Right now I can´t get a hold of him. Bummer.

So I´ll post again, and let the world know that he doesn´t answer his cell phone... when swimming in salt water. Which makes sense.

I spent the afternoon exploring the town of Copán. Today was the first time I´ve been in a town where I don´t feel slightly threatened. In the larger towns I definitely felt gittery. So many people, so much action, so many voices speaking a language I don´t understand. I didn´t realize how much German I knew until I started trying to speak Spanish. When I went to Switzerland, I knew how to say "I know," "I want" and "May I" When I got here, not so much.

And the thing is, when I reach for a Spanish word, find I don´t know it, half the time a German word will come popping out of my mouth.

No wonder people here sometimes look at me like I´m crazy. Err, loco.

Well, I´m off.

PS - sorry that I´m using accent marks as apostrophes, but the right key is way too far to reach.

¡Los siento!

Sorry I´ve been away, but I´ve, er, really been away. Actually, I´m still away.

I´m in Guatemala. Sorta. I´m working in a small clinic in the backwoods of Guatemala - near Río Hondo for geography buffs. Today I´m actually in Honduras (yes, HONDURAS) visiting the old Mayan city Copán. I´ll go back to the ¿safety? of Guatemala tomorrow. On the bus.

Let´s just talk about the bus. Guatemala (and apparently Honduras) is all about the bus. There are many kinds of bus:

1) The chicken bus. This is an old school bus from the US that has been re-comissioned as a people/cargo/livestock mover. The seats designed for two kiddo-sized buttocks is crammed with three to four adult Mayan sized asses. Needless to say, the fit is tight.

And I swear to God, I saw one that said `North Attleburough (I know I spelled that wrong, but I can´t for the life of me remember how I¨m supposed to spell it!) School District. The school district is outside of Boston. Hand to God.

2) Microbus - small (usually Japanese) vans that have been gutteed and narrow, cramped bench seats stuffed in the back. I was in one with about 12 other people, not including the driver. Cheap and convenient, I think these are the most prevalent.

3) 2nd class bus. A large coach, I¨ve never been on one. Apparently, they aren`t suitable for American doctors. (Although a microbus is? Doesn´t make any sense.)

4) 1rst class bus. A large coach that usually, but not always, has airconditioning. And AC is a big deal here. I have to specifically look for hotels with AC - it´s very much a luxury.

Life is crazy. I never thought I would ever see Honduras. But here I am. I¨m keeping a log on my laptop (yes, I was dumb enough to bring a laptop to a place where I have a hard time finding a phone. Stop laughing.) so I¨ll be able to post all that at a later date.

Wish me luck and talk to ya´ll later.