Submitted by AnneDalke on Sun, 2006-10-29 16:52
When we moved to Costa Rica, we moved from the cities of Antigua and Xela (where we’d been living in Guatemala)—to a very rural area, some four hours (two of them on dirt roads) from the capital.
We quickly found out that all the addresses here are given in relative terms (the directions to our homestay were to go “50 meters north and 25 meters west of Pizzeria de Johnny”). We left cobblestones for dirt roads, cramped streets for wide vistas (oh, these sunsets!).
Submitted by AnneDalke on Wed, 2006-10-25 19:26
Transitions have always been very difficult for me (and seem to become even more difficult, more un-settling as I age and settle into the patterns of my life). Our re-location this past weekend, from Guatemala for Costa Rica, was no exception. I really did not want to leave Xela, our family and the school there. Landing in San Jose, Costa Rica was a real culture shock: it felt so cleaned up, so “smart”-looking--as though we’d returned to the USA.
Submitted by AnneDalke on Tue, 2006-10-24 18:20
Submitted by AnneDalke on Sat, 2006-10-21 15:43
We spent our last evening in Guatamala @ a festival of poetry and music, in honor of two university students, René Leiva Cayax and Danilo Alvarado, who were kidnapped and killed in 1987—and whose deaths inspired the establishment of our school.
Submitted by AnneDalke on Tue, 2006-10-17 00:19
We arrived in Xelaju smack in the middle of the yearly celebration of the fiesta of Our Lady of the Rosary. At first we were confused—we knew about the fiesta of the Virgin of Guadalupe, in December, and this seemed to be the same…
But it wasn’t. Our Lady of the Rosary (who is always holding a baby) differs from Guadalupe (who is not); Guadalupe differs from the Virgin of the Conception, differs from the Pieta.
Submitted by AnneDalke on Mon, 2006-10-16 00:49
Well, I hit a wall this week with my Spanish: started Friday’s class with all sorts of approbation for the good stories I write, and ended it by failing an exam on the irregular pretérito.
Submitted by AnneDalke on Thu, 2006-10-12 01:00
of my being “more present" in recent postings, and other correspondents have written of the same thing.
Submitted by AnneDalke on Mon, 2006-10-09 21:41
This statue in the Parque Centro America, in the center of Xela, commemorates the work of a political activist, “the favorite daughter of Xelaju,” Elisa Molina de Stahl (Doña Elisa, as she is known here).
Submitted by AnneDalke on Sat, 2006-10-07 19:41
We went on two amazing trips the past two days, both high in the mountains. The first was to San Franciso, where the whole town turns into a mercado, in fact, into the largest market in Latin America: there were cows, goats, sheep, pigs, turkeys, chickens, cats for sale—along with sewing machines (the era of our grandmothers) and pirated CDs.
Submitted by AnneDalke on Tue, 2006-10-03 23:24
The deepest reason that I'm traveling and studying in Central America this semester is to keep my husband company, as he clears his head from 25+ years as a corporate lawyer, and looks for a way to open for what's coming next. Learning Spanish, exploring new cultures, seeing new landscapes, meeting all sorts of new people—these are just media.