Guatemala

I have never had a man run after me yelling ¨Take it EASY!¨ over and over
while trying to grab my foot as I make it onto the bus. I almost slapped the
son of a bitch I was so pissed...but I held on to my womanhood and just told
him to piss off. That was my introduction to the town of Reu (Rayoo) that my
6 foot 5 Swedish man and I journeyed to today. The journey started with the
usual Guatamelan time with the bus finally leaving after we had waited 45
minutes for them to call as many people as they could on (salary is of
course by person not by the hour). But as we rolled out I thought well at
least this trip is only an hour....two and a half hours later we were still
rolling through dirt roads bouncing out of our seats on the decked out
school buses otherwise named chicken bus even in espanol. Reu is closer to
the beach which means beautiful humid air...and rain galore. Once we got
there, we had a fancy shamncy meal spending a whopping $5 each on a meal.
Then turned to head back when we encountered a bus full of kids and a team
of soccer players running in front chanting their song. As soon as the bus
got close...they started screaming and waving at us because we were and are
appearantly the only white people around...with Jonathon's height putting
all of the people in awe. They went wild and he was the star of the town for
about ten seconds. He stood in the middle of the road stunned and I had to
finally pull him out of the street so that the tripod taxies could get by.
Oh...that was the journey to remember. Of course we found out that the
reason it took so long was because the tornado in october had washed out all
the roads. Que lastima