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The Last Day

Here it is. Our last day in Guatemala. It hard to believe it has been a month. We have learned and seen and done so much.

We had a normal class day in the morning but after the break Steve and his teacher Lorenzo and my teacher Luis and I went to visit families that the school cooperative is trying to help. We took food-like oil and eggs and sugar and pasta-to the families. The school does that every two weeks. Unfortunately the families were not home at the two houses Luis and I went to. We took the stuff to his house instead and he will take it over there later. I did get to meet his wife and she is very nice. The homes Steve went to were interesting he said. In one, the family was doing well until the father died last year. Now it is a mother and three young children on their own. In the other home, it is a mother, father and five children with one more on the way. They live in a shack, basically the size of a bedroom in the US, with no running water or bathroom. The parents do not speak Spanish, only the Mayan language. The school is hoping to build them a new home with running water in the future.

It was time to say goodbye at noon, but we will return to the school tonight for Salsa lessons so Steve and I will see our teachers again. Before Salsa class a bunch of us students are meeting at El Barrio, a local bar, for a few drinks before dancing. Happy hour is at 5 and it is possible to get a double Cuba Libre for Q9 (about $1.25) It should make for an interesting dance class.

This afternoon we are going to take Ana and Evelyn to the lake with us again for one last swim in that freezing cold water. After that we will stop by the pool one more time, post this at our favorite internet cafĂ©, walk through the town again and then meet our friends at the bar. After Salsa class we are having a small fiesta at the house because Friday is Ruben’s birthday and he is leaving for a school trip (he is a teacher) and we are leaving for home tomorrow.

So, wish us luck as we head to the airport tomorrow and then fly home. Steve is on a different airline than the kids and I so we won’t see him once we reach the airport in Guate City until we all arrive in St. Louis around 10:30pm. It will be a long day, but at the end we get to sleep in our own beds for the first time in 28 days.

Adios Amigos!

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