Lately
I have been rambling about worms and labeling buckets - red, green, blue - in a
makeshift recycling attempt I hope will take hold before the weeks wind down. Pine, nails and sarruchos - Juan and I working to finish a second composter. Classes began: once again up at dawn, up to Corralajbac, looming mountains and cool breezes, hands-on community work in the fields, names to memorize. Last week a delegation from the University of Washington spilled through: traditional dances, rock-piling
for water-catchment and ice cream excursions, followed by the arrival of two Quebecois couchsurfers in my kitchen. In town, preparations underway for the Rabinal Achi festival that will last two weeks, stands and stages surfacing, goods to sell, costumes to perfect. And at home: back to guitar on the rooftop, debates over dinner, morning
yoga, slow living… cool evenings broken by the occasional hum of an internet cafe or ponche in the parque central.
In other news, Otto Perez Molina took office on Saturday, rolling in with a long inauguration speech (in which, at one point, he denounced the work of international human rights organizations who are "not letting us forget the past") . Guatemala has been getting plenty of press as of late - and here are a few pieces well worth reading:
Justice delayed 30 years in Guatemala (tells of Rio Negro, the Fundacion's namesake and a community in the municipality of Rabinal)
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