Saturday, September 25, 2010

So we found a taxi on the street and negotiated a price with him. His car was clunking along a little bit, but I didn´t worry. But after 15 min he pulls over to this gas station with other taxis in it and tells us we are going to take a more comfortable taxi. So he gives us to this other taxi driver, and we´re just like ¨uh, ok.¨ The traffic is insane, like Peru, but one thing I never saw in peru is not just packed-full buses but people hanging on the outside of the bus! I asked my teacher if they have to pay, too and she said of course they pay! They are paying for the transportation, not the comfort! We were driving at rush hour, so our 45min route took 2 hours, mas o menos. Our taxi driver had a hard time finding the house of the family we are staying with. He stopped and asked a few police officers around town. By this point it was dark and raining. He didn´t get stressed out, though. Finally we found it. Our family is really sweet. They have a little tienda in the front of their house, so there are often people around. Our teachers are awesome. Classes are one-on-one, and both my dad and i love out professors. We came in today, saturday, for class as well, even though usually there is no class and we had to get different professors. They were really efficient and good, as well. We were going to take an overnight bus to Tikal, this MAyan ruin 8 or 12 or 13 hours away, depending on who you ask or when you, I guess. But we have been advised that a huge storm is coming in that way from honduras, so we should wait till next weekend. I hope next weekend is sunnny and the storm has passed. ´My brain hurts from conjugating verbs. It is rainy today. Yesterday was sunny and a guy from the school gave us a tour around the town. We saw two white-shirted jehovah´s witnesses, two white boys, white shirts, riding their bikes. They are everywhere! We saw a pair in our layover in miami, too. There are beautiful ruins of cathedrals mixed in with the town. We walked through the central park, and this little girl followed me for 5 minutes, trying to sell me some colorful cloths. I talked to her a little bit, asked her her name and if she went to school. She was nine.

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