Guatemala The Rooster

The rooster is his doing his routine thing as the sun makes it's way over
the the mountains, and my eyes decide to open before my timex watch can beep
me into reality. I know I am back in latin america with the smell of
pollution seeping into my nose, the honking hellos, lovely whistles from the
15 year old boys trying to make the "rubia" look at them and of course
poverty that stares you in the face everywhere you turn whether it be the
shattered building with snot filled babies running around in torn underwear
or the ladies carrying loads I would not even attempt to drag across the
street to sell. Why I keep coming back to these dirty filled places, I don't
understand becuase it fills my heart with sadness to see the hardships, the
reality. But the rooster, the food, the simplicity of life bring me back to
the reason why I choose such places
Xela. I can't say it's a beautiful place. The streets are worn and ones that
were cobblestone are now just another excuse to trip on something. It is
dirty with cars trying to run you over on the little streets, the buildings
are not in the best of shape, and it is a city. But, there is a central park
with some descent trees and a place for everyone to commune. It's not bad. I
was not impressed initially because as you know I am a small town lover with
quaint areas and character, but I am starting to find this place
interesting.
My maestra spoke at length about the political issues of Guatemala
espeically the government and womens' rights. I am fascinated with the
information, and even though I cannot read or write worth a damn....I can
understand everything she is telling me.