The day before yesterday I climbed Volcan de Acatenango with Jelvir, his sisters, Dahlia and Shirley and Tigre the dog. Two days later and I am still sore, tired and wind burned. At one point in our journey I had to be dragged up the side of the mountain, while holding on to the other side of a big stick. It was a pathetic sight to see, and I am thankful none of you were there to bear witness.
After making it to the top, we sat and watched Volcan de Fuego puffing out thick clouds of smoke and ash, made a fire to warm our hands and used a slingshot to shoot volcanic rocks off the side of the volcano--listening for the deep, hiss and crack of echoes as they made their journey downwards. Jelvir wrote my name in huge rock letters inside the black, beach-like crater of the volcano--the largest I have ever seen my name, almost like seeing it in lights. Sadly, I forgot to take a photo.
We left the house at 3am and didn't return home until almost midnight. It was quite an adventure.
The week before last I was sick in bed. An awful cough and aches. I was lucky to be under the care of Carolina, Jelvir and Kevin. Carolina prepared me hot eucalyptus and cypress baths, which felt so heavenly I walked away steamy, and forgetting I was sick for a good hour, and Jelvir instructed me on which; socks, sweater and shoes were appropriate to wear when sick.
That Sunday we watched Jelvir play soccer in the campo. It was the final game of the season and they won the cup. I was the official team photographer.
Semana Santa is approaching and with it; rowdy drinking on the street corners, ancient and rickety rides for kids--which includes a ferris wheel that two men push by hand (scary) and an awful lot of fried food.
No births this week, but expecting two in the next couple of weeks.
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