What do you do? What do you eat?

A month since the last post and I have lots to share. A big development in the past month was that my Dad came to the rescue by sending me a new camera, so we can thank him for all the new pictures. In this post I want to address a couple of my most frequently asked questions. People are constantly asking: so what exactly to you do there on a daily basis? And what do you eat?

To answer these questions I recorded all my activities and what I ate for a week. Every week is of course different, with its own challenges and rewards, but the following is more or less representative of what a week in my shoes is like. Enjoy.

MONDAY. Woke up as usual today at 5:30 am with the sun starting to rise, the roosters crowing, the birds chirping, and Susan Ward yelling under the two inch crack between the bottom of my front door and the floor. Susan is always trying to get me up at this time.

Let me take a step back here and introduce Susan Ward. Susan is the newest female in my life. She is definitely not the prettiest girl in the world, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. She can be quite greedy, she is prone to throw fits when she doesn’t get what she wants, she is not afraid to get a little dirty, she isn’t a very picky eater, and she craves my attention. Susan is, in fact, my new pig. I bought her about a month ago in the name of cultural integration and the hope of an eventual birthday party pig roast.

So as I was saying, woke up at 5:30 feeling energized and got right into the morning routine. i put on the pot of coffee and then fed the pig. I poured myself a bowl of Zacharias (Guatemala’s version of Frosted Flakes), threw on a big cup of powdered milk and a sliced up banana, grabbed a glass of OJ and headed to the table. I usually pull up either the Economist.com or the New York Times online and read a few headline articles as I eat breakfast; I like to stay current on the events of the world and here if I didn’t make an effort I’d never know. The farmers I hang out with every day wouldn’t even tell me if aliens landed in the capital, they wouldn't know.

After I eat my breakfast and pop my vitamins I spend the next 45 minutes or so working on my Spanish. I am reading a Spanish novel called Antigua Vida Mia by Marcela Serrano. It is actually set in Guatemala so it’s cool, but the grammar and vocabulary is complicated for me; that’s the point. The vocabulary and grammatical correctness out here is comparable to the backwoods of Mississippi I imagine, so if I want to speak a more educated version of the language I need to work at it. I read slowly, looking up and writing down all new words and grammatical constructions. I only get through about 10 pages a day.

After this, being Monday, it’s time to clean the house. All of my laundry, sweeping the floor, washing the dishes, and any other general upkeep takes about an hour and a half. This stuff is all, quite frankly, a pain in the ass, but it needs to be done. I am considering contracting out my clothes washing to a local lady. A few have offered, so we’ll see.

After cleaning it’s still only 8:30, and since I don’t have a meeting until 10:00, which really means 10:30 here, I decide to go for a run. Today I run to Santa Cruz, the closest little town, and back. This is a pretty route of gently rolling hills that brings you threw the forest and then opens up into farmland. It is about a 10 km round trip and it takes me just around an hour.

After my run and a quick shower it’s time to get to work. Today we are hosting a meeting with the national governmental tourism agency and a representative from Japan who is looking for projects to give international aid. We are hoping to convince him to pay for new railings on our trail. Just as expected they don’t show up until about quarter to 11, but the meeting is otherwise a success.

I try to focus on preparing the members of my association for the meeting before hand, rehearsing our pitch for funding, and hope that during the meeting I will be able to just take some notes and let them do the talking. While nice in theory, this doesn’t usually completely work, and several questions are deflected my way, but all in all these guys are smart and capable in these situations.

After the meeting I stop by one of the farms because I see some friends. It is the broccoli harvest and they have a flatbed trucks worth of the stuff sitting in bags on the side of the road, greener than dollars but just as valuable to them. After a little chat they give me two huge heads of it and I head home for lunch: Steamed broccoli and white rice.

By the time lunch is finished and I’ve fed Susan again it’s already 4 o’clock. I don’t have English class until 6:00, and I decide to use this time to send off a few pressing emails.

English class goes well, Monday is a good group. They are a little older and more advanced so things flow a lot nicer. The class, which started at over 50 students, has only around 15 now, but this is nice, because we’ve rid ourselves of the ones that weren’t really there to learn. One bonus to this class for me is that Chilascó’s three hottest babes are in it. We worked on the gerund, i.e. I am STUDYING, she is PLAYING, we are LAUGHING, etc.

After class its home for dinner. Today I feel like spoiling myself a bit, so I make my favorite… pancakes for dinner. After dinner I do a quick 45 minutes of yoga, another little shower, and read until I fall asleep around 11. This week I am reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. It is a classic, and exploration into values, and it is the second book of this month’s book club. I need to finish it by Saturday.

TUESDAY. Same morning routine as yesterday. Breakfast then Spanish studying at least. Today I am headed into Salama to do some grocery shopping and pick up a few other things. There are several busses that leave every morning, about every half hour, but I like to take the 7:30 one. It is the largest and the driver is my buddy so I usually get to sit up front, a seat that is usually always reserved for the prettiest girl on the bus. Bus drivers here are some of the biggest ladies men in the country.

It is about an hour and a half ride into Salama, and I spend the first 30 minutes chatting with the driver, “El Negro” is what he’s called, I’m not sure why. After we run out of talk about how he works 16 hour days 6 days a week without complaining, I pull out my book and take advantage of the free time.

In Salama I head straight to the supermarket to start checking off my “to get” list. Apples, cereal, cheese slices, syrup, yogurt, dish soap, detergent, butter and boneless chicken breasts. Then I take a stroll through the market and pick up a big pineapple and a papaya. These are the ingredients for the world’s best licuado, I can hardly wait to get home and make one. After this I have to swing by the hardware store and try and buy some metal bars to use as handles for the dumbbells I am making.

The first hardware store doesn’t have them. The second one does, but the owner is trying to take advantage of me by charging me a special Gringo price which is about 4 times what it should be. I am not having any of that so after a little back and forth I take off. Third time is a charm, and after this store owner gives me a little example of bicep curls while his wife and daughter sit around giggling he sells me the bars at a fair price.

I have to hurry and I catch the 11:15 bus back to Chilascó. When I get home, after dropping off the groceries, I run over to the local hardware store to buy the cement for the weights. On the way I am called in to another little store by Dona Ana. She wants to talk about the project we are working on to sell the 100% natural Blackberry Wine that she makes in Antigua. She wants to make some adjustments to the labels, so I add it to the “to do” list.

After explaining why I need the concrete for 15 minutes, I buy it and head back home to pour it in the already waiting molds. Then it’s lunch time. I eat the second head of broccoli, but this time with some black beans. My landlady gives me 6 tortillas to eat with it and I make my licuado. After lunch I take another run to Santa Cruz, shower, do a few things online, make a couple phone calls, and head up to today’s 6:00 English class.

In today’s class I am trying something new. I promised them we could watch a movie, and I bring the first disc of Planet Earth, another new benefit of my father’s generous care package. We watch the first hour in English with Spanish subtitles and they try and write down as many words as they can understand. They are so fascinated, and rightfully so by the video footage, that they barely get down any words, but it is still fun. Afterwards I give them some of the new vocabulary that I already have prepared from the video and we all go home happy.

Dinner tonight consists of a bowl of cereal, Guatemalan Coco Crispies this time, and the rest of my licuado mix. After dinner it’s time for another round of yoga, I use the P90x power series video. Someone gave it to me a couple months ago, I figured I check it out and see what all the rage is about, and it turns out I really like it. This type is fast paced so it’s a good workout and it doesn’t get boring.

I read again until my eyes start shutting, I am almost done.

Okay, I had no idea how long this blog post was going to be when I started it, so I think, in consideration of your time and mine, I will continue with the next two days in another segment. Hopefully next week. Until then, enjoy the pics.

Working out in my homemade gym.

Delicious dinner. A mound of broccoli and a cob of corn

Oliver on the path, heading out for our book club camping trip.

A couple breathtaking views on from the trail. This is actually taken using a really cool feature of the new camera where you take three connecing pictures and the camera puts them together into a panoramic shot.

Oliver on the trail again. That is Juan, my buddy and our guide.

Lomo del Macho. The reason for the 4 hour hike. Located inside the local biosphere reserve it is actually a series of three waterfalls.

Yours truly at the base of the waterfall. This water is freeeezing.

This is what I love about Antigua Guatemala. Out of nowhere a random parade will just go rolling by.

Another shot of the ranom parade in front of the cathedral.

Susan got into the trash. She was just acting up because Sherry and Siggy were visiting. They graciously helped clean up.

Sherry, Siggy and me in front of el Salto de Chilasco.

Siggy and me in front of el Saltito.

Sherry and Siggy on the trail.

This is me giving a presentation to try and get funding for my project to create a tourism guide book for my region. I am doing this in front of about 50 people, all in Spanish of course. I had to catch a 4am bus to get there on time, but I overslept and had to run out the door without shaving, showering, anything. I am wearing the shirt I slept in and a hat because my hair is a mess. Not very professional, but I still got the job done.

This is actually the night before the presentation, showing off the beard.

Meet Susan Ward. The triangle on her neck is so she doesn't escape between the bars of the front porch at night.

One of the strongest rainbows I have ever seen shooting right out of the middle of town. This would have been perfect for my article "Hidden Treasure in Chilasco". I may still go look for the gold.

Monday night English class.

Ditto.

Meet Ides. She is adorable and lives in the house on the property where my apartment is. She is so funny, because every time I see her she gives me a greeting, but she never gets the time right. In the afternoon she says goodnight, in the evening she says good morning. I correct her and she giggles every time.

Susan again.

Sitting around the dinner table at Siggy and Sherry's with some other Peace Corps friends. Panchita had the night off so I made a nice chicken, shrimp and brocoli stir fry. Mmmm mmmm good.

Siggy and I working on her store's website.

Kids are Kool

Chilasco hits the bigtime ... vote on the poll to your right ->

Well, its official, you will no longer be the only people reading my writing. Recently I took a shot and wrote the editor of a major magazine in Guatemala called Revue. It is the only English magazine published here, and it can be found all over Antigua. I pitched the idea of an article about Chilasco calling it a human interest/ecotourism piece. The editor told me to go ahead and write an article and we would see. So I did just that, and just tonight I received an email confirming that they will be publishing the article in the September issue (November at the latest).

The article should be a great source of promotion for the project, and the boys of ADESOCHI are very excited that they will be appearing in a magazine. There will be many pictures published with the article, but most of them have already been posted on this blog. Below you will find a few of them, and some other ones I don't think I have put up yet.

So without further adue...

HIDDEN TREASURE IN CHILASCÓ

By Anthony Brindisi

Guatemala is a country brimming with cultural diversity and natural beauty. It is proudly referred to by its citizens as “The Soul of the Earth,” and every year between one and two million tourists flock to this multicultural, remarkably topographic, fascinatingly biodiverse land to experience its magic and wonder. Tourism is one of the country’s largest and fastest-growing industries with awe-inspiring attractions such as Lake Atitlán, the Mayan ruins of Tikal and the flowing lava of Volcán Pacaya. However, while these international attractions receive most of the attention, new opportunities have also arisen throughout the Guatemalan countryside for smaller, eco-friendly, community-tourism destinations. For those adventurers who like to travel off the beaten path, the village of Chilascó is host to one of these hidden touristic treasures.

(Aerial view of the community)

An aldea of Salamá, Baja Verapaz, Chilascó can be found neatly tucked inside the picturesque rolling hills of Central America’s largest cloud forest, La Biosfera de Sierra de Las Minas. Within the biosphere you can find a cornucopia of flora and fauna, 70% of Guatemala’s biodiversity, and the national bird, the quetzal. But the real attraction is the majestic Salto de Chilascó, Central America’s tallest waterfall. For generations the families here have survived off fertile soil, an irriguous climate and good, old-fashioned work ethic. But recently, empowered by the surge of tourism in Guatemala, they have begun to use the pristine natural beauty of their surroundings to help in their struggle with poverty. This community may be small, but their hearts and dreams are anything but, and in 2005 the citizens formally formed The Association for the Sustainable Development of Chilascó (ADESOCHI).

(Sierra de Las Minas)

ADESOCHI is a grassroots community organization that was founded on the principles of ecotourism. The association has three goals: conservation, education and income generation. The idea is to create new sources of income for the community, while protecting natural resources and fostering respect for the environment through education. ADESOCHI is constantly working to provide the citizens of Chilascó with opportunities to improve their standard of living. They hire and train local youths as guides, help local artisans sell their products, and put unemployed men to work performing trail maintenance. This dedicated group of elected community leaders, led by President Clementino García Pérez, shines as an example for similar projects throughout the region.

(The boys of ADESOCHI)

As you pull into Chilascó the first thing you will see is a thatched-roof hut that serves as the Tourist Information Center. Here you will be greeted by an enthusiastic member of ADESOCHI and receive a detailed explanation of the all the products and services that the community has to offer. The main attraction is a scenic hike that leads to the base of Central America’s tallest waterfall (entrance: Q.35/$4 US). To reach El Salto de Chilascó it is a three-kilometer hike through the cloud forest. A popular and highly advisable option is to hire a professionally trained local guide. He or she will point out the many endemic species of flora and fauna, help you spot some of the over 200 different types of birds that inhabit the area and share interesting stories from the community.

(Information center)

The first two kilometers of the trail are passable on horseback, and the local boys are always excited to provide this service. After this you will reach a rest area known as La Cumbrita, which marks the end of the biosphere’s buffer zone and the beginning of the core zone, a denser area of the forest that remains unadulterated by human influence. The transition from one zone to the next is strikingly evident as the path narrows and you suddenly find yourself surrounded by jungle. The final kilometer is all downhill as you make your descent toward the base of the waterfall. On the way down, as you enjoy the refreshingly pure mountain air that holds the unmistakable scent of pine, your guide will first lead you to El Saltito. This smaller of the two waterfalls offers a great opportunity to take a dip in the water and cool down. After this you will pass the campground, where you can pitch your tent as the peaceful sound of the waterfall serenades you in the background.

(El Saltito)

Continuing from the campground you will pass two miradores that present stunning views and excellent photo-ops. Then, suddenly, the path opens up into a grand valley, a beautiful oasis, where towering overhead is a cascading waterfall that stands at an impressive 133 meters tall. The final mirador is a great place to relax and enjoy the cool spray of the mist. The more adventurous can actually climb the rocks right up to the base of the waterfall. Breathe the fresh air, listen to the water as it splashes on the rocks, watch the birds soaring overhead, feel the tranquility of the environment, and soak up the memory of what is truly one of Guatemala’s greatest natural wonders. Then head back to town for a typical Guatemalan meal prepared by Doña Petrona at the local comedor.

(Entering the core zone)

Before leaving don’t forget to check out the handmade products of the local artisans. The women of Chilascó make a wide variety of high-quality baskets, hats, vases and more out of pine needles and other plants from the region. They are currently working on a line of Christmas tree ornaments that will be available in Casa de Los Gigantes in Antigua.

(Local guide on the path)

Getting to Chilascó is easy. From Guatemala City, follow the CA-14, known as the road to Cobán, to kilometer 142 where you will see a large sign for the turn off to your right. From the thruway it is a 12-kilometer drive on a well-maintained dirt road that winds its way through the mountain range. Those traveling by bus should head to the Monja Blanca station in the capital. Take that to the cruce Chilascó, and from there you will find microbus transportation to the Tourist Information Center. It's about a three-hour trip from Guatemala City. Come visit!

(Winding through the mountains to get to town)

NEW POLL

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Overcoming Poverty With Adventure

One of my best friends here in Guatemala is Oliver. He is also a Community Tourism volunteer and only lives a couple of hours away from me, but because of the incredible diversity within this country, he is having an experience that is a world away from mine. Oliver lives in a small indigenous community located on the edge of Rio Cahabon, where he works on a whitewater rafting project. The community is extremely poor, and there is no running water or electricity. There are only about 5 people in town that speak Spanish, so Oliver has had to learn the Mayan language Q’eqchi very quickly in order to communicate. He literally lives in a 10 x 10 foot hut, on stilts, down by the river (picture below).

One of my favorite stories is from Oliver's first couple of days in his community. He is a marathon runner, and starts every day with a nice brisk run through the countryside. One day shortly after his run a woman showed up to his host family's home and spoke with his host mother, who then came to speak with Oliver. She did not speak Spanish, and Oliver did not yet speak Q’eqchi, so the conversation didn't go very far, but it was obvious from her hand gestures that there was a problem and it had something to do with Oliver's hair. After several minutes of baffling interaction the host mom walked away frustrated and Oliver was left perplexed.

Later that day the host father came home. He did speak Spanish and was finally able to explain the situation to Oliver. Apparently during his morning run he passed a young indigenous boy in the doorway of his home. At this point in the story it is important to explain that Oliver stands at about 5 and a half feet tall, weighs in at around 120 lbs, and is probably the most unfrightening, mild-mannered human being you will ever meet. However, having never seen a white person before, Oliver was quite a shock to this young lad, and whether he thought he saw a ghost or an evil gringo baby snatcher, he was scared into a state of terror. It turns out that the woman that had shown up at Oliver's house earlier that day was the boy's mother, and what the host mom had been trying in vain to explain was that she needed a lock of Oliver's hair, so that a special soup could be made to get the demons out of the boy.

So Oliver did the only thing he could do, he cut out a little chunk of hair and gave it to his host mom... only to be told that it was going to take much more hair then that to do the trick. So, now in his own state of shock and terror, he cut out a significant lock of hair in the name of cultural integration. This is just one example of what Oliver's life is like in the Mayan world; he is an inspiration to all of us when we think things are tough in our communities.

So anyway, Oliver recently wrote to National Geographic Adventure Magazine, and was given permission to write a short article about his project to be published in their next issue. Last week he and I met up in Coban to write the article together, and the following is what we came up with.

Oliver and I swimming in Rio Cahabon.

Overcoming Poverty With Adventure

As Rio Cahabón winds its way through the heart of the Guatemalan jungle a traveler can find adventure at every turn, but perhaps nothing as exciting or interesting as the village of Saquijá. Located way off the beaten path, this small indigenous community, on the bank of one of Guatemala’s fiercest waterways, is made up of subsistence farmers who still live as they did 100 years ago. Although these humble people don’t have many of the luxuries and modern amenities the rest of the country enjoys, such as electricity or running water, they have something of even greater value to them: the river. Rio Cahabón has sustained their community throughout its history. It has irrigated their crops, bathed their children, washed their clothes, and recently it has been helping them combat the poverty and hardship they’ve always known.

Saquijá actually means ‘whitewater’ in Q’eqchi, the Mayan dialect they speak there, and it is precisely this whitewater that has brought new hope to the community. With the help of Peace Corps and other local NGO’s, the community has come together to form the Association for the Ecological Development of Tourism in Saquijá (ADETES). This grassroots project is harnessing the power of the river and the allure of the pristine surrounding jungle by offering whitewater rafting trips to tourists.

This trip has a little something for every adventurer. As you make your way down the river with a local guide, born and raised on the water, you will encounter rapids from class III – V. You will go crashing into “El Toro Triste”, which legend has it even a bull wasn’t strong enough to overcome; sing your prayers as the raft bounces through “Rock N’ Roll” at a 45 degree angle; and be swallowed by “The Devil’s Throat” only to be spat back out into smoother waters where you can swim and enjoy the natural scenery. After working up a sufficient appetite on the water you can kick back in the outdoor restaurant and enjoy some kaqik , a traditional Guatemalan lunch prepared by the local women.

This community is inspiring not only because of its toughness on the river, but off of it as well. Despite the poverty, ADETES has worked to make a better life for its members and their families, and shines as an example of successful community development. In recent months, while working with Peace Corps, ADETES has improved its tourist services and begun to promote on a national and international level. They have built and equipped four bungalows for guests wishing to spend a night on the river’s edge with the community, they’ve opened a webpage (www.guaterafting.com) , and are continually working to offer the best experience an adventurer could hope for.

The world-class rafting of Rio Cahabón is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and as an added bonus it is only twenty minutes from the famous Semuc Champey pools and caves. Come visit!

Dunking Oliver in the river.

Aerial view of the river.

Halfway through the rafting course with the son of our guide that came with us.

That is Oliver's house on the right.

Geared up and ready to rock some rapids.

The rapid known as "El Toro Triste" (translation: The Sad Bull)

Class IV rapid.

Class V rapid. World class.