In December my beautiful and wonderful girlfriend Jessica made the long and arduous trip down here to visit me. Perhaps just to show off and prove how bad I am at putting things up online about my Guatemalan life, she immediately put up all of her pictures on picassa and it puts what I have posted on my picassa in the last five months to shame. Anyways, she asked me to share the link with whoever I thought would like it and I figured posting it here would be easier than making a mailing list and then accidentally leaving a bunch of people out. So if you are interested in looking at some pictures that are better and more plentiful than anything I’ve shown you, go for it.
As for her visit, we both had a great time, despite a couple missteps such as lost luggage and (magically?) stolen wallets. Since I am still in the first three months of my actual service, Peace Corps doesn’t allow me to take vacation days, even though the organization I work for is on vacation and I have nothing to do. I’ll leave it at that. So, we stuck around Xebe and Santa Maria Chiquimula during the week and took off the two weekends she was here. In addition to her company, she also brought me delicious food that I have been missing greatly (BEEF JERKY!!!), some Christmas presents, and a duffel bag of books. I sent my mom and email asking for about five books that I was interested in reading down here and what I got was about half of Powell’s inventory. Maybe I’ll turn this blog into a series of book reviews since I’m clearly not using it for anything else.
Also, congratulations to Maureen and Tony on their engagement... even if he is from Texas. My thoughts on this as they have developed over the last couple weeks:
… Although I disapprove of a Longhorns themed wedding, just don’t make me wear a tux.
…I’m bringing my machete with me to the wedding and perhaps a Guatemalan boy to carry it. No ifs, ands, or buts.
…You’re both probably getting ponchos, fake mustaches, and two bottles of tequila for your wedding gift. Tony, your welcome; Maureen, deal with it.
…I think your first dance should be to all 11 minutes and 20 seconds of “Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowlands.” Come on, it’d be hilarious.
…I’m excited for Tony to join the family mostly for his vote for watching football over “It’s A Wonderful Life” on Thanksgiving. It’s good having you in the winning corner.
…Is there any way that I can have absolutely no responsibility whatsoever in this wedding and its execution? Thanks, that’d be great.
One last thing, remember back before youtube when people would just send funny chain email jokes instead of funny video links? Once I got this one that ended with this joke and it was funny at the time but it is now much more applicable to my current situation, so I thought I’d share it:
At every family wedding, my aunts and older relatives always used to come up to me and pinch my cheeks and cheerfully tell me, “You’re next!” However, they stopped when I started doing the same to them at funerals.
…Moral of the story: please refrain from the whole, “You’re next” or “You’re the last one left” joke. I assure you, it’s not funny.