Global Village - May 10-20,
Please enjoy reading our journal, written by participants
of our GV trip. The words are theirs, edited only for political
Saturday, May 10
adventure to Guatemala began bright and early in the day with the
group meeting at the Delta ticket counter in O'Hare at 4 a.m.
We were fortunate to have nice weather and no major plane delays.
The landing into Guatemala City simulated a roller coaster ride,
with some holding their hands up with joy and others shutting their
eyes and hoping we'd be on the ground soon. After exchanging our
dollars for quetzales, we
split up into 2 vans and made the hour trip from Guatemala City to
There was a lot of traffic in Guatemala City and with
mopeds cutting between lanes of cars, an ancient aequduct to one side
of the street and an array of colorful stores and music playing on the
other; it was obvious we weren't in the USA.
Antigua, or the "walled city" consisted of bumpy, stone roads and
uneven sidewalks with buildings lining all of the roads. Our
hotel had a nice courtyard with a water fountain, typical of the Latin
American patios found in many places. After a brief orientation
with Shanon, the Guatemala Habitat director, the afternoon was spent
exploring the city. Mike K. led the way zig-zagging throught the
marketplace, which consisted of squeezing through closely-placed
clothes racks and ducking under a tarp where fresh-cut flowers were
being sold. The open-air, crowded Latin American mercado
was a great introduction to the culture that we will be experiencing
much more of in the coming week. The group was warned about how
easy is was to get lost in Antigua, since every street looks the same
with multiple colored buildings closely lining the sidewalks.
Well, a group of students decided to test this warning out by
trying to find El Perque Central.
The adventure quickly turned into a "how many SJC students does
it take to read a map especially with most streets having no markings
or sign on them" game. After lots of wandering around, we were
successful in finding the main plaza of the town.
The day ended with a nice evening of live music, consisting of drums,
banjos, guitars and a harmonica-like instrument made of several hollow
tubes that I don't know the name to. Several stduents tried new
Guatemalan food and drinks, includin licuados
(a smoothie-like drink). A memorable moment was when a fork hit
Mike K. in the back, and an apologetic and embarassed mother pointed to
her little boy. A delicious brownie dessert with ice cream was
shared by all, before calling it a day. - Melinda Maile
Sunday, May 11
morning started nice and early with most of the group getting up at
6:30 a.m. to go to a 7 a.m. Mass. We got there only to find out
we had already missed it. The on-going joke was that we missed it
for a reason because Dan was meant to go. After we missed church
a couple people went back to the hotel and the rest went to a cafč,
where we had coffee, milk, and tea and watched Mike K. fall in love
with an energetic kitten. We got back, just in time to go to
breakfast at a nice little cafč next door to our hotel. It had a
good menu of food. After breakfast, we got to meet Jacob "the
greatest Guatemalan Habitat
tour guide." We loaded the buses and drove the hour and a half to
Tecpān. The La Villa de Don Pancho, aka our hotel was above and
beyond our expectations. At the hotel we got to
meet and greet with the families we would be working with. It was
wonderful to learn that they were so thankful for us being there.
It was an amazing and humbling experience to know that we were
already impacting the lives of people we just met.
learned about the families and got to kow them a little bit we went exploring arund the town, only to discover that there was really only one street with anything taking place on it. We did get to hear the whispers of gringo meaning American and found a fũtbol field where
Kevin wanted to "West Side Story" some little kids. We finished
the day with a nice little buffet-style dinner, some "Heavy Penquin ice
breakers" and some interesting talk about the "please smile" game, with some questionable tactics by Kevin and Mike K. - Christina Barrios
Monday, May 12
Noel and Maria Victoria's House. Alarms
ring and beds begin to come alive with twelve people who are excitedly
waking to our first work day, what a wonderful day it was! We
started our day off right with breakfast and then we filed onto the bus
- one group up front, the other in the back. The bus dropped the
first group off and my adventure continues with a drive out to Noel's
house. As I stepped out of the bus and saw the joy and genuine
thanks in Maria Victoria's eye I almost started to cry. I was, we
are thousands of miles away from home with so many barriers (language,
culture, food, driving habits) but we are actually making a difference.
We are touching a family, changing a future. We worked many
different jobs. Thank goodness for Jacobo who saved us by
translating (even though we are no longer friends because I would like
to have a conversation with Hitler). Kevin took a liking to los
niņos while he was bending U-hooks to separate the rebar. Mike K.
was befriending Carlita who like his long hair and thought he
was a giraffe.
While laying bricks Jacobo started
asking Amy & I questions and we, well mostly I, were very open in
answering. Relationships was the hot toic and we leanred that if
I was stranded on a deserted island I would want a boat full of
freshmen boys; Kevin is single, but loves love songs; Mike K's ex
is off-limits to talk about; Tiffaney doesn't like dating American
boys; Amy's ex is the jealous type and she would rather just befriend
guys; and Jacobo doesn't like jealous girls. We also had very
entertaining conversations while playing the "Either/Or" game. At
the end of the day none of us were ready to leave as we felt that we
did not have much impact, but we are looking forward to returning
tomorrow to continue to change lives un bloque at a time.
- Jessica Conlin
Isaac's House. At the other house, we entered through the
family's current home, made our way through all of their rooms and out
the back to the job site. It felt awkward walking through their
house - but they welcomed us with buenos dias and we went to see what
our work would be for the day.
First we began carrying blocks up
the hill - it seemed like an obstacle course: side-step the
rebar, dodge the chickens, make sure you don't hit the lime tree, stay
away from the cement, and duck so you don't hit your head on the sharp
piece of wood on the shed. Then, avoid the peach tree and step
over the trench and stack the blocks. Repeat 50 times.
began cutting U-shaped wedges out of the block, 14 cm exactly.
With our machetes in hand, each of us took turns trying not
to break the block, having to start over if we did. I perfected
the U-wedge, so that was my job most of the day.
Dan put on a
clinic of wheelbarrow running. First 5, then 6, then more block
stacked high in the wheelbarrow, then sprint up the hill. Melinda
also accompished this sprint.
I chopped wedges.
some of our group began mixing cement. While some of the water
ran down the hill, mostly we got it right. Our masons seemed
amused at us, and we kept sending Mindy to ask them what to do next.
I chopped more wedges.
came and went. Peanut butter, Jelly. But not peanut
better and jelly. But it tasted good all the same.
dodging rain drops we met Arturo, the parrot, and one of our group was
offered a private tour of a nearby rose garden, which was politely
refused. There's too much work to do. And more wedges to
Finally, as 4 p.m. came near, Mike T. befriended a roving
pack of school boys. Mike entertained with his juggling skills,
and along with his command of Spanish he made friends. We think
he promised them money tomorrow.
At dinner we enjoyed spaghetti
& meatballs, salad and watermelon juice. Lots of laughter
around the table, and Melinda has lots of explaining to do. Our
group is becoming good friends, and we will miss Jacobo when he leaves
us in a few days. Until manana: adios!
- Fred Berger
Tuesday, May 13
Noel and Maria Victoria's House. First and foremost, I hate my roomate. Anyways, today was quite a day. Breakfast was nice. We had the
pleasure of enjoying Coca Flakes cereal with heated whole milk (but in
total sincerity, it was pretty decent). Today was definitely
hotter, weatherwise. The sun was beating down on us in the early
hours, but that didn't keep us from getting things done.
Everybody at my jobsite assumed new roles. Jessica and Amy
labored with the cement mixing, while Fred, Tiffaney,
Mike and I all dealt with the rebar duties. I was fortunate
enough to enlist an assistant, as my little buddy Javier shadowed me
around all day. The team all worked together to move the heavy
blocks from the yard to the house site. Luckily, the weather
relented somewhat, and we enjoyed a nice gentle rain to work with.
With Fred on our worksite, the blockmaking process became easy
... until the girls kept screwing up. They broke so many blocks
that I thought Fred was going to use his machete to carve something a
little more tender than blocks...
of the machete, my little buddy proudly paraded around with the
foot-long, flesh-cutting tool. We all panicked and I ended up
taking it away from him. We managed to stay friends, though; so,
don't worry. Javier's older sister Jailyn joined the taskforce,
much to the chagrin of her grandfather (a worker on the site.)
Apparently, girls are incapable of manual laobr. Still,
Jailyn had a blast leveling cement. We all agree that she is a
girl that is dstined for great things.
work day ended on a very sour note, as our shuttle driver managed to
run over Javier's good soccer ball. He was crushed, but maybe
there is a surprise over the horizon for him...
Even though I
was ahead at midday, Jessica managed to win the "Diritest Worker of the
Day" award. We left the site and took some snapshots of roadside
cows on our way to the other worksite. We were eager to join our
comrades once again. Above all, we were ready to rest up and eat.
- Kevin Craney
Isaac's House. The morning started off with a wonderful breakfast consisting of fresh fruit and American
french toast sticks. Well, I do not kow if they are American but
they sure tasted like it. The short trip to the worksite was once
again an adventure from the cow grazing or walking to the local driving.
Since we traded Fred for Jacob, I knew the day was going to be different. Once we settled in and asked the masons what we should do for the day, it began! Jacob was persistent on knowing all of our group's lives and their personal stories:
- Mike and I dodged Jacob and began to learn the art of cement making.
- Chris and Laura filled blocks with cement and wow did they enjoy it.
Melind and Jacob cut the U-shaped blocks today and did alot of talking
and sitting. (This was totally uncalled for.)
I love you, Melinda!
lunch came around we were all very hungry and worn out. We told
some jokes and had some laughs. Also, Jacob fell out of the
wheelbarrow. It was great! For the later part of the day we
carried blocks, filled blocks, and of course made cement. I hate
cement, by the way.
All in all I feel that we as a group
accomplished a lot today and became closer. I would like to thank
Fred, Habitat, and my fellow friends for a wonderful trip this far.
- Dan Cook
Wednesday, May 14
Noel and Maria Victoria's House.
The sun is beating down upon us, the dust is filling our
insides. Another deep breath. Another pile of concrete to
mix. It's only our third day on the site. Five bricks high
puts us almost half way. Once the floor is level with no rebar to
do we all work together to put up the side wall. It's done before
lunchtime. No supervisor to see our accomplishment. The
mason is impressed with our speed. We happily head off to eat.
Los niņos spent the morning at the nieghbor's but they're back now with curiosity.
It's time to replace Javier's soccer ball. Kevin pretends he's counting cement bags. Once the ball was found, gracias
was all that was said until he threw his arms around Kevin . The
rest of us ready with our cameras waiting to capture the moment.
A game is soon started while we wait for our wall to be
plumbed. We're getting tired and with our fruit and cheese
sandwiches still in their bags we head off to find the mason.
We're ready to start another row only to find that we came to
Habitat to learn how to build a house and now how to take one down.
The day's lesson became "how many SJC students does it take to
lay a brick?" We soon found out, 5 is the lucky number as we redo
our wall. Frustration was obvious in us all.
New question: "Would you rather be buried alive or lay another brick?"
was our mason's comment over two hours later. We eagerly started
another row, two and two working together. While Tiffaney put on
the final touches we soon found out Kevin's true feelings as he got
down on one knee. Brick was held out, concrete included. I
was the lucky one, then again I was all afternoon for every brick I
picked out worked while Kevin's always broke. The day soon ended
with Mike as our new alto gringo,
for our mason was too short for the job. We arrived back at the
hotel safely with pork chops for dinner. Who knows what kind of
potatoes? Who cares - they all found their way on Mike's plate
Some ice cream and drinks followed for a few, while an
early bedtime took over the rest. Only now can we start to see
the difference we will soon make for there's only 3 days left to change
the world - one brick at a time. - Amy Maile
The day started out with breakfast as usual. We had
waffles, eggs, and fruit. Unfortunately some of us weren't
feeling well. After breakfast and a little waiting we all pile
into the van.
got off a the first house with Melinda, Dan, Chris, Mike T, and Fred.
We got straight to work leveling the floor, sifting sand and
chopping blocks. We continue to be busy all day mostly making
cement and moving blocks. The joke of the day was told by Chris.
"Why did the chicken cross the road?" Dan's response:
"to get to Christina." Chris's response "to get away from
in all I think we got a lot accomplished; the children by the fence
could be quite distracting. I'm pretty sure they're Mike T.'s
groupies. Most of the kids did learn all our names. My
personal favorite is when called for "Muchacho Freddy".
- Laura Courtney
Thursday, May 15
losing a disappointing three games of Euchre, I finish my night with a
super-sweet "one-on-one" with the team journal, listening to people on
the first floor holler about something. And now, in honor of
Quentin Tarentino and every other movie director who want to seem
"artistic" I'm going to take it back to the beginning of my day.
:: Insert Wayne's World flashback music here ::
day began far before my alarm as I awake to find my eye crusted over.
That's what I get for trying to sleep in my contacts. After
enjoying a delighful breakfast of cheese quesadillas and the
juice-equivalent to "mystery meat", "Team America" rolled out.
(We're like Autobots, only cooler).
Leaving the first
group with their parrot and hill, we made our way to our
home-away-from-home. After being fooled by some early clouds, we
face the warmest day to date. Covered in sunscreen, we discovered
that the song ice cream trucks use is international, even if trucks are
not. Working dilligently, we found the perfect place to stop for
lunch when Kevin destroyed one of the bricks we chiseled a hole
Lunch brought a soda surprise, as well as another "iffy"
sandwich. Quite the Kodak moment for her scrapbook, posing Kevin
and I as the twin towers. Lunch also taught us something.
Gelatin may have meat in it, but it's okay because it's really more of a recycling system.
lunch, our team learned one of many valuable lessons gained from this
trip. Haste may make waste, but so does frustration.
Re-chiseling holes in four more bricks was a downtrodding
experience, and it left me up on top of the wall for longer than I was
on the ground it seemed. However, that was probably for the best,
as when I was on ground level, I managed to attack Jessica's knee
pretty well. Our determination persevered, as we fit a good
U-shaped block with a chiseled hole on the fifth try. As seems to
be tradition with our team, our afternoons become remarkably productive
as we set goals for ourselves that we seriously strive to reach.
Even after Kevin split a special 8cm brick, we stayed focused.
Grandpa just made another one that Kevin didn't make "one little
tapperoo" on. Personally, Grandpa using the saw just makes me
wonder how Fred is doing with his manual chopping machette.
Before the bus arrived, I managed to almost kill myself and utter
one of those amazing things that as soon as it leaves your lips, it's
completely and totally wrong.
mason needed me to lift another block up and through some rebar.
"No problem" I thought to myself; I've been doing this for two
days and even managed to do it standing on a wobbly bucket in the a.m.
Boy, I thought wrong. It started with me breaking the block
I was standing on. Then, upon lifting the block over my hed,
I was showered with dust and debris; thankfully, both my mouth and eyes
were open. Now, I can't see. I'm choking on dirt with a
block fully extended over my head. Obi-Wan Kenobe ghost-whipered
"just use the force" into my ear, so I got it in fine; and by "Obi-Wan"
I mean the mason directing rebar and Jessica yelling "left, no!
your other left." Same thing. Then, my facebook-worthy
quotation was to Kevin, who was passing out "love taps" to put the
bricks in near-perfect alignment. I said, "Kevin, if you can give
it to me, I'll take it."
Returning to La Villa de Don Pancho, I
was lucky enought to have a beautifully warm shower. That's
entirely untrue. I had the unfortunate displeasure of showering
in water more suitable for Melinda's seal. After watching
Kevin blow-dry his feet, we all braved the dirty streets to dinner.
During dinner, I discovered two things. One: Fred
really wants to take a picture of Melinda bent over and two:
"Lift" soda will not, in fact, lift Dan's straw out of the bottle.
helping Chris through her window and listening to her explain
everything she knows about white Alaskan baby seals, the night
concluded with some rabble-rousing games of Euchre. The outcome
of the games isn't important, however. It was just fun to play
and listen to Fred swear surreptitiously under his breath. It's
better he swears with us than in front of any children who may hear him
and repeat him.
Last, and finally, I do not hate my
- Michael Joseph Koscielny II
Friday, May 16th, 2008
filled with a seemingly traditional Guatemalan breakfast consisting of
cooked plantains, refried beans, and cheese, the group piled in the van
to start our last full day of work. At Isaac's house, the big
morning accomplishments were carrying the last of the blocks from the
bottom of the hill up to the house and filling in the rebar columns
with concrete while balancing on scaffolding 5 feet in the air.
This last full day of work is hard with the sore muscles,
sun-burned skin, and various scrapes and bruises that have been
acquired through the week. Isaac's son Brian asked to take a few
pictures with us, and afterwards went on to thank us for all the help
we have given his family. He said they will never be able to
repay us for everything we've done this week, but if there was any way
they could, they would. I responded that there was no need to
repay us. Throughout this week we have grown as individuals,
becoming more culturally aware of the world we live in, learning lots
about how to build a cement block house, and about working together as
a team. We are truly priviledged to be able to come to Guatemala
and have the opportunity to show the love that God has shown us,
through our manual labor on the houses.
The day became
more interesting with lunch and the events to follow. What
started as an attempt at a PB & J sandwich earlier in the week
turned into a mushroom, Cheese Whiz and slice of cheese sandwich.
Dan's trail mix calmed our stomachs, and also served as softballs
in a makeshift softball game before lunch's end. When the masons
returned from lunch, they were more
interested in having some fun than returning back to work. We
climbed up on a brick wall to get pictures with all the masons, Dan
caught the rooster at their request, and we learned a trick with some
string. To top it all off, there was an arm wrestling contest on
bricks with a towel laid over top. With Dan reigning as arm
wrestling champion, we completed the afternoon's work of adding rebar
to start the roof of the house and cutting more wire to tie the rebar
With our work completed for the day, we headed over to give lollipops to the kids waiting on the street for their dulces.
We also had bubbles, which the kids absolutely loved. They
were all laughing and chasing the bubbles, and their moms were peeking
out of the window in a house, with smiles on their faces. It was
a great way to end our last full day of work.
Noel and Maria Victoria's House.
day began on the bumpy, curvy road that seems to be getting worse as
the days progress. Jessica and Amy finally noticed the bright
yellow broken down bus on the side of the road that we pass every day,
that the rest of us noticed on the first day.
knew the work day was going to be bad when Emy, the leader of Habitat
in the area, came to our site and started arguing with Grandpa.
Evidently our house was a lot bigger than it was supposed to be.
According to Fred's accurate measurements, five and a half blocks
bigger. After we awkwardly stood in the shade, the argument ended
and we started putting the rebar in. After that was finished, we
all started mixing cement. And kept mixing. And that was
it. The mason didn't want us to fill the U-blocks until after
lunch. So we lounged in the shade, waiting for jobs. When
we asked the mason for jobs, all he told us was "patience, patience,
patience." So, to pass the time, Kevin gave wheelbarrow rides to
whomever wanted one. The ice cream truck came by again, but as we
waited by the door with our money, he turned around as soon as he saw
us, much to our disappointment. While we waited for our masons to
come back from lunch, Amy and Fred fell asleep. As soon as the
masons came back, we jumped eagerly at the chance of work, only to find
that we need to remix the cement we had made in the morning because it
wasn't used and became dry. Some of us filled the U-blocks while
the others made more cement. When we left, we felt unproductive
of our day's work.
Dinner back at the hotel was eventful.
Mike T. decided he was in love with one of the staff and invited
her to eat with us. We found out that she had a kid and in fact
she proved it. She brought her son up and Laura, Melinda and I
played with him. He didn't seem too fond of Dan, though!
Saturday, May 17, 2008
one day in Guatemala, 11 Americans experienced their last day of work.
Breakfast began quietly as we all rub our sleepy eyes to see
french toast sticks, granola, and yogurt before us. We boarded
our bus with anxious expectations to see what our day was to bring.
At Isaac's house we all piled out so we could see what the first
group had been doing all week and this hill they were complaining
about. The house was cramped between a high-voltage-wire wall and
two other brick walls. Mike K. later stated that the site was
like a Tetris game. I was later informed that the group received a new
job cutting blocks in a different shape. Emy told Dan he was a
champion because he was pouring and carrying cement so quickly.
day starts as the group walks out of the bus in hope that our day would
be more productive than yesterday. Before our eyes stood the
beginning of a house. Before we were told what to do we started
bringing blocks into the house. One block at a time, after all,
builds a house. Once we had enough bricks for a while our mason
plumbed the side wall for us. All 5 of us worked on the wall and
finished it in record time. Kevin started singing his love songs
and was caught on J-Lo songs. Soon a sing-a-long started "Waiting
for tonight 0-0h.." Next time around Kevin sand "Waiting for to-
OH S**T!" as he fell off his bricks into his mud pit floor in the
bathroom. Once again, Amy's food saved the day come lunchtime.
The bus pulls up a little after 2:30 and the other team,
family, masons and Emy file out of the bus. Fred informs us that
in our closing ceremony we are to perform a skit or sing a song.
We decided to sing a song. Closing was very emotional for
all of us and for the families. Melinda became our translator,
for Jacocbo was not there. Both families spoke their thanks and
presented our group with a little gift. Noel made pens with the
Guatemalan flag for each of us. Isaac was not present, but his
wife presented us with a brightly woven cloth; when she thanked us she
was in tears saying she didn't know how to repay us, espcially since
she is in poor health. We ended by presenting the families with
picture frames with pictures from throughout the week and the mason
with SJC lanyards. And sang our song, "Amazing Grace." It
is amazing that desite the language barrier, music is something we all
share in common. After we closed the families had prepared horcheta
and a form of tamales. Cameras flashed and faces light up
while we all mingle to say good-bye and take that "one last" picture to
remember the week. Some eyes were tearing as we loaded the bus
for the last time and drove back to Tecpan. After dinner we
enjoyed a toast to Fred and a successful trip. We had a Euchre
tourament with rain pounding on the roof overhead.
- Jessica Conlin Sunday, May 18, 2008
last morning in Tecpan. We woke early for breakfast (not
everyone) and enjoyed possibly our best breakfast in Tecpan. A
group headed out for 8 a.m. Mass after dropping off our donated clothes
with Emy in the hotel lobby. Mike K. changed his clothes before
Mass due to an unfortunate accident with his tea.
The church was
packed - maybe the largest religious service I've ever seen.
Estimate: over 2,000 people, not counting the hundreds
standing in the back, crowding the entryways, jammed in the aisles, and
listening outside. We stood in the back
During the homily,
I made some observations. Guatemalan Catholics are tired people.
Ushers went up and down the aisles tapping nodding people -
mostly men - on the shoulders to alert them to the important message
from God. What I didn't see was the woman who pulled up her shirt
and breast-fed behind me.
After church, we wnt back, packed our
bags and waited for our huses to take us to visit the Mayan ruins
nearby. It was then that our hotel "snafu" began. To make
it short: we thought Habitat pre-paid for breakfast and lunch;
the hotel owner insisted that we had to pay it. We paid for our
dinners, and after 3 or 4 phone calls, we were on our way.
Iximche Mayan ruins were amazing. We wandered throught the
plazas, imagining the ancient people who once roamed these places.
We observed a current Mayan religious celebration, complet with
prayer, offerings (beer and Pepsi) and music.
The drive to
Antigua brought us back to the Posada Landivar hotel, where this
amazing odyssey began a week or so earlier. We all are surprised
at how quickly the week has gone. After dinner, at which the
butter was a topic of conversation, some contemplated going out to a
club. Due to the fact that it is Sunday, that plan was put on
hold until our last night, Monday. We'll see how we feel after
- Fred Berger
Monday, May 19, 2008
just finishing wrapping up my souvenirs and packing what's left of my
stuff, the realization that our trip is over has hit. Now,
looking back on our last full day in Guatemala, I recall that it was
'some day' and a great way to finish our journey.
we all gathered this morning around the restaurant next door to eat, it
didn't take us long before we realized our reservations made the night
before did us no good. We finally went to the Bagel Barn for a
quick breakfast to go, before loading the vans for our trip to the
volcano. On the hour ride we witnessed mountains with towns built
in their hillsides, volcanoes stretching toward the sky and once again,
crazy drivers with no care in the world even if they are passing other
cars while another one is coming straight towrds them! We soon
hit the dirt road that took us up to the volcano where we would start
our long hike. The road was tight and small but it was still a
surprise when "shark jaws" rounded the corner and almost sent our first
bus back down where it came from! Our bus discussed it and we
have yet to come up with any ideas on why a semi was on the mountain in
the first place. We did decide, however, that w're glad we
weren't on the other side of the road where the drop off would have
been one h*ll of a ride.
After catching our breath and
waiting for our hearts to slow down, we finally arrived in a small town
where we unloaded and prepared for our trip. The first 40 m were
a killer but we were told it got easier after that. No idea at
which point it became easier in any part of the trail but we all made
it. With a few extra pit stops to help us adjust to the altitude,
we successfully made it to the volcano. It seemed like record
timing but our guide informed us we could take all the time we needed.
Once at the top of the hill, we slid down a slope only to arrive
at the base of the volcano where we bravely roasted marshmallows,
watched hot lava continue to flow and patiently dealt with a pack of
lazy dogs waiting for treats. Mike T. scared us all with what
appeared to be a seizure and a record of 7 falls throughout the trip,
but came through like a champ - with just a few more dirty clothes.
We enjoyed lunch back on the hill overlooking the volcano
and watched a bunch of idiots climb the volcano where it was still warm
and unsafe. What no-brainers! As we reminisced about our
hike over the pb & j's, we discussed how Kevin almost died.
He described how we'd have to tell his mom that he fell into a
bottomless pit into Mother Earth while trying to roast marshmallows
because he's the only one that the rocks gave out on. Lose some
weight, Kevin! Gosh! :-) And while you're at it -
feel free to keep singing "ain't no mountain high enough..."
ended the hike with a quick trip down - much easier! Some
pictures of a random bull on the volcano snacking, and a nice long nap
back to Antigua. We met Sarah for dinner (from Habitat) after a
few hours buying goodies and bartering at the market. The evening
finished with a group meeting to discuss our trip & what we
learned. Drinks followed for most once again at Monoloco to
celebrate Fred. Sadly, no clubs were found so it's back to the
hotel once again to prepare ourselves for the journey back to reality.
- Amy Maile