We’ve finished our second week of Spanish school and have gotten very good at charades and talking with our hands. Listening so intently is exhausting, but our comprehension has greatly improved, as well as our confidence in initiating conversations in Spanish.
We have the weekends off from school and use that time to explore the surrounding towns on the lake.
We did indeed survive the 3AM hike and it was well worth it. We met up with our other friends through the school and rode in the back of a pick up truck, up winding roads to the trail head. From there, we literally climbed dirt indention for 45 minutes until we reached the summit. It was a race to get there before the sun. At the top, hot coffee and a fire was provided. Our sweet home-stay mom packed us breakfast of avocado, bread, and apples.
This past week in the afternoon, we “volunteered” with the school, Ninos de Lago, which operates like an after school program. Because our Spanish is still elementary, we are essentially students. Maestra Naomi is very patient and welcoming towards us. There are about 10 kids who consistently attend and we play games, practice our sentence structure, and sing songs. In San Pedro, most kids don’t start learning Spanish until school because the Mayan language, Tz’utujil, is spoken in their homes. Ninos de Lago was designed to provide supplementary support for kids in their Spanish development, as well as provide a safe space for kids to spend time after school.
We have been eating well– lots of eggs, beans, bread, and avocados, all my favorite food groups. Estela, our local mom, is an excellent cook. Thankfully, Claire’s appetite has returned and she’s back in the swing of things. She’s currently on the search for the best brownie con helado. Stay tuned for more details.
We’ve made new friends who are constantly down to hang out and are very loyal. ❤ Pachita
Like most Latin American towns, futbol is a large part of the culture at Lake Atitlan. There are games every Sunday and half the town watches the game together at the stadium. This past Sunday, we went to one in our Spanish teacher’s town, San Juan. The game was loud, entertaining, and passionate. My favorite part was seeing the multi-generations participating in a communal event. We sat in front of abuelos and behind ninos y babies. Claire and I were matching in our orange tees and sunglasses. Needless to say, we did not blend in. This upcoming Sunday, we will go to the futbol game with our family in San Pedro and will be reppin’ that yellow and green.
I am slowing turning Claire into a morning person–we went kayaking at 6am when the lake is calmest. Muy tranquilo.
We still have two more weeks of Spanish school. Attempting to get the most out of it. Lots of studying and practicing. Extremely thankful to the San Pedro people who are patient and kind with us. Hasta luego.