Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Salud, Dinero, y Amor...


When one sneezes in Guatemala you say "Salud", if they sneeze again you say "Dinero", and if they sneeze a third time you say "Amor". Health, money and love, these are the only three things you apparently need in life. Here, there is at least a lot of the latter.

I still remember my first night in Xela, Guatemala, it was November 4th, the night of the American election. Ironically, in a place called the Guatemalan cultural centre there was an election party under way where the many Americans around Xela gathered to celebrate Obama´s impending victory. I was tired after travelling and after checking into a hostel I went in search of food and found myself in a quaint little restaurant where wonderful aromas crept from the back and an old television buzzed in the corner. I ordered the special of the day and spent the next few hours watching the election coverage in Spanish with the owner of the restaurant named Renee, and his amigo. Renee was a perfect example of the kind of person you find here in Xela, a perfect example of why people from around the world come here to learn Spanish. Renee had the patience to sit through a long conversation of my severly broken Spanish regarding politics and world issues, always with a smile and a look of intense interest. It was invigorating for me, and it was the perfect start to a complete immersion experience studying Spanish here.

It´s been over two weeks since then, and my level of optimism, naturally, has faded as the frustration has set in. Learning a second language is no easy task, and I knew this coming in, but the more people I meet the more I want to be able to converse in Spanish - it is a feeling of hopeless desperation when there is something you want to say to someone so badly, but the words are none existent to you. I´ve been persistent though, studying hard and trying to think in Spanish all the time.

It has been an experience here in Xela with both positives and negatives. I´ve lived with two different families in two weeks, both completely different from one another, and if they have taught me anything, its that I cannot fully escape the needy North American in me, try as I may. The food in Guatemala is incredibly tasty, but the portions that my families would feed me always left me feeling hungry and more often than not I would end up buying a second meal. Besides that problem, and a lack of hot water to shower with in the frigid mountain air, the families have been a rewarding experience. Talking with them during meals, learning about their everyday lives, getting drunk and laughing uncontrollably with them, have been moments I will remember forever.

Xela is such an interesting city, and under careful inspection many oddities abound. While I was travelling through Mexico I witnessed several violent incidences. On one occasion I saw a taxi driver stop the flow of traffic to get out and lay a few punches to the face of a jokester playing dangerously with fireworks. On another occasion I watched a man get knocked over unexpectedly from behind and then relentlessly kicked in the face. This left me with the impression that Mexico can be quite the violent place if you don´t watch yourself. Here in Guatemala though, I´ve yet to witness anything of that nature, but the people talk as though violence is a norm, and that the streets here at night are a dangerous place to be. After attending a lecture about the modern history of Guatemala this is not surprising at all. The last 50 years here have been comprised of military dictators, guerilla warfare, and violent massacres. They say that the term "Banana Republic" comes from a coup d`etat in Guatemala orchestrated by the C.I.A and the highly influential United Fruit Company, whose main export was bananas. Evidence of the war can be found in not only the cautious and weary mindset of the people but also the abundance of weapons. People carry guns around in Xela as though they are umbrellas on a sunny day. I watch people on their way to work dangling their shotguns precariously at their side. The other day I went for a morning coffee in a cafe, and I felt safer than ever sipping my steaming drink with an armed guard watching the door...

Visually, Xela is a beautiful city, but one of my biggest problems with it, and a big reason why I´m anxious to move on, is the pollution. There is garbage everywhere in the city, and when you try to escape into the mountains, or along a path that you find, the garbage only seems to get worse. Every night I walk home past this one quiet intersection close to the central market where the people have decided that they would leave their garbage. They all pile it up on the road at the end of the day, the swarms of stray dogs have their evening meal here, and what is left is then burned. There is nothing like the smell of burning garbage when you wake in the morning and stroll to class.
Xela is nestled within mountains, and this geographic feature, combined with an abundance of old cars and absolutely no emissions standards, means a giant pit of smog. The roads are always swarming with quick moving vehicles billowing black smoke as they go, stopping for no one. In Guatemala, cars always seem to have the right of way. There are buses everywhere, of all shapes and sizes and fabulous colours, its incredibly easy to get one and they go everywhere you need. Public transportation here is hilarious, it is not a service as much as it is a commodity being sold. Walking along the street buses always roll by with a fellow dangling on the door screaming locations as if he is selling them. Often, this fellow will point at me shouting his destination at me with devotion over and over, even after I say no thank you. Perhaps here in Guatemala people often give in to these tempting rides on buses to places they don´t need to go, but I won´t let them get me...

I´ve enjoyed my time here in Xela, but I am more than ready to move on. It really is the loving people that make this place so attractive, I´ve met amazing locals and foreigners alike, many whom I know I will remember forever. That love though, comes at a cost, and the longer I stay here the more my money seems to escape into the masses of needy hands, and the more my health seems to be exhaled away from me...

Soon I will be in El Salvador, a place that seems to be considered the forbidden land around here. The weary locals say El Salvador is even more dangerous than here, and most travellers I come across seem to have passed over El Salvador, or intend to. To me, this sounds like the perfect place to go. And besides, the waves abound in El Salvador...

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Dias de las touristas...



Leaving San Augustinillo and the Pacific behind me once again was not an easy thing to do. I was just beginning to find my footing and was rediscovering my connection to the ocean; my last session, I felt, took me to the next level of surfing.
I travelled with Nina and Veronika on the overnight bus to San Cristobal de la Casas, it was an arduous ride but at least we saved a nights rent. Our intention was to go see the Dias de las Muertos celebrations, one of the most important times of the year in Mexico. It consists of two days of ceremonies, the first to remember children, and the second adults. On the second day of celebrations families eat and drink in the cemetaries, not necessarily to mourn but simply to just remember loved ones and celebrate their lives. Someone later pointed out to me something so obvious yet seemingly hidden from our everyday thoughts. In North America we have nothing to keep us remembering those that died except for our gloomy cemetaries and pictures on the wall. The one cemetary that I´ve seen here in Mexico was multi-colored, and flower filled, and lit every night of the year by candles around the graves. Here both life and death seem so much more sacred, and times like Dias de las Muertos show that the people here don´t take either for granted.
For all of these reasons, it was hard for me to approach this time of importance as a tourist. I felt like I wanted to be a part of it, but I wasn´t, because I had hardly spent enough time there, and I knew very few people. Dressing up in a costume and getting drunk in a cemetary was not going to cut it, and so I sat aside while foreigners from around came and took pictures of themselves with celebrating locals, as if they were close friends remembering a common loved one. Perhaps one day I will actually be a part of Dias de las Muertos, but I didn´t want to treat it as Disneyland.
San Cristobal is teeming with tourists and travelers from around the world, and rightly so as it is an incredible little city with a unique vibe. The markets there are quite interesting, with a sprawling food market, and another market that I will call the "Western Exploitation Market". This market has all kinds of things to buy, from ridiculously cheap parkas to native crafts. While there were a few things that even I was tempted to buy, I couldn´t help but notice how many useless things could be found. As I walked through the market I started looking around in bewilderment, confused because I couldn´t understand who in their right mind would buy most of these things, but surely somebody was keeping the market going. Then the obvious came to mind, the bitter truth, we are the ones buying this stuff! All of the things being sold there are just as useless as so many of the things North Americans buy all the time. This market was staying afloat buy exploiting the Western sickness of materialism and consumerism, it was exploitation that I couldn´t help but appreciate.
I rendezvoused with Liam in San Cristobal and then we made our way over the border into Guatemala, surprisingly free of hassles or border guard bribes. About ten minutes into Guatemala I instantly felt as though I was in a different nation, if only because of the geography and the way things were organized. Now we are here in Quetzaltenango, Guatemala studying Spanish and enjoying Guatemalan culture, which is much different by the way, than that of Mexico. I´ve moved into a home with a Guatemalan family, so as to become entirely immersed, and I´ve also started volunteering with an NGO out here, but more on those next posting...