<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904</id><updated>2012-03-27T16:05:59.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Clouds</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-6644042674745249447</id><published>2011-03-07T16:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T16:20:47.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Out!</title><content type='html'>I am finally done with m Peace Corps service. After a long week of dealing with all the documents needed to exit Peace Corps and then transfer my VISA from my PC passport to my personal passport I am done. YEAH! I learned getting into Peace Corps is hard...but getting out is even harder. Poop tests...check. Essays...check. Palabras given...check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabiha and I have been enjoying our time attempting to get out of Peace Corps. Everyone with the PC staff has been so gracious and understanding to both of us. The process was made much easier given all their support. I never though I would be leaving this way, but I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am off to Honduras for 2 weeks to visit some ruins, the beach and learn to SCUBA dive. Not too shabby! Then my mom will come for a week then I will be back home April 3rd in Boise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo and I must mention I was also the recent champion of Musical chairs at the hostel...going out with a bang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-6644042674745249447?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6644042674745249447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/6644042674745249447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/6644042674745249447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-out.html' title='I&apos;m Out!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-6079820332977283764</id><published>2011-02-25T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T08:58:40.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Away</title><content type='html'>For the past few months I have been tortured with the decision to stay in Peace Corps or walk away.  This has not been an easy decision to make and I still have a knot in my stomach thinking about it.  I feel it is the right decision for me at this point in my life.  I am terminating my service with Peace Corps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In November, I was diagnosed with high blood pressure, probably due to the high altitude and the stress of Peace Corps (not speaking dialect, drunken men coming to my house during the night, travel, lack of safety…).  I visited a cardiologist in Guatemala City who warned me that I am far too young to be having these problems.  I also have a very devastating family history of heart problems.  I went along with the advice of the Peace Corps Medical Office and started a regime of medications.  In January, I went back to the PC Office to have my blood pressure checked again and unfortunately it was still just as high as before.  The doctor informed me that if it does not come down in the next few months Peace Corps will have to “Medically Separate” (sent home for medical reasons) as I would not be fit to serve.  I could stay and hopefully my BP would come down but that was not guaranteed.  I was in limbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This news devastated me.  First, I do not like being told that someone else gets to decide whether I can stay or I must go.  I must live my life for myself.  I had a few rough weeks but ultimately I decided I would rather leave on my own terms.  I have not been happy in my site for a long time.  I can point fingers and say my site was not ready for a Volunteer and Healthy Homes Volunteers should not be put in sites without a Health Post, but I want to take responsibility for my own actions.  My site was HARD.  It was.  I still do not have a working latrine after 8 months.  My unofficial counterpart was a drunk and drank himself into a diabetic coma for 2 months.  I am so far away from other volunteers.  And the drunken men…the harassment I received was simply too much for me.  Too much.  I did not feel safe when bolos would come to my house and try to break-in during the middle of the night.  All these things led me to walk away from my site.  I know there are things I could have done to make things better-moved houses, studied dialect more, just be out in the community more.  However, I feel it is too late.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart that I am not completing my 27 month commitment to Peace Corps.  I do not like to quit things once I start them.  However, sometimes it takes more strength to walk away from something than to stay and be miserable.  I could keep chipping away at my site knowing I get to go home in a year and a half, but I’d rather walk away with my head held high.  I have accomplished the true goals of most new sites- the people understand Peace Corps and have met and lived with an American.  I have built trust within my community.  If nothing else, I have learned from the native Mayan people and them from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I move on.  I began the steps to apply for a few graduate programs for a Masters in Science with Environmental Education.  Working on the “Eco-Block” project made me realize how much I love the environment and I think this path is where I belong.  I hope to someday have my dream job of leading outdoor, educational excursions for young students or working with community outreach for an environmental NGO.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go into the Peace Corps office on Monday and begin the paperwork to “Early Terminate” (Peace Corps lingo for resigning).  I have to do some medical tests and write a few essays and then I will be free.  I am not returning directly home.  I will go travel to Honduras and Nicaragua with a friend of mine who is also done with Peace Corps.  Then my momma comes at the end of March and we will travel through Guatemala.  I also am working on sending little Lubu home to the States.  I cannot leave my beloved street dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is it.  I do not know if I will continue to blog or not.  Right now I cannot think past tomorrow.  I hope my blog readers understand my situation and respect my decision to leave.  However, if not that is fine.  No one understands situations except the people who live in them.  I have made internal peace with my time in Guatemala.  I would still recommend Peace Corps to others but with a grain of salt.  Know what makes you happy and do not sacrifice that.  Live for yourself because if you are not taking care of yourself you can never help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that…I’m OUT!  Peace and Love to all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-6079820332977283764?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6079820332977283764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/02/walking-away.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/6079820332977283764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/6079820332977283764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/02/walking-away.html' title='Walking Away'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-2241794454593697981</id><published>2011-02-15T16:03:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:22:59.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was my sister for a day</title><content type='html'>Today I went over to Cathaleen’s new community to help her with a water system project.  Her town is in the process of putting in tubing and a water tank so the community has water (right now only two houses have water!!!!).  The town has been working diligently and Cathaleen decided to solicit the help of an NGO, Agua para la Salud, to come help as well.  A civil engineer came all the way up to Cat’s village and is spending the week doing measurements and figuring out the hydraulics of the system.  I understand the basic concepts of the whole projects but there is still a LOT more for me to learn about water systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first traveled up to the first spring where we measured the flow rate.  We then had to measure the distance of that spring to the point it will join a pipe from another spring.  We had to do this piece by piece since PVC pipe can only go in a straight line.  I was in charge of holding the tape measure as Cat walked as far and she could.  The engineer figured out some other measurements using a compass and some other thingy.  I honestly did not understand that part!  Something to do with figuring out the change in altitude, I believe.    To get to our destination we had to cross the stream/go in the stream, climb through bushes and try to do it all on our feet!  Luckily no one fell in the river, except Lubu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the same flow rate measurement for the other spring.  We then measured our way back to the town.  We had to break for lunch after about 3 hours of this.  After lunch we finished up.  It was very interesting to get to help today because I have read a lot about water systems and my sister is a Civil/Environmental Engineer but I never really understood until today when I was there helping.  I only wish we got to wear the orange vests and hard-hats like surveyors in the US.  Maybe I should introduce that to Guatemala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am doing various presentations in my community, as well as neighboring communities, to promote the “Bottle Puesto de Salud.”  All the PCVs in my muni are collaborating to attempt to expand the current health post in the main town using “Eco-Blocks” made out of plastic bottles filled with plastic trash, like candy wrappers and plastic bags.  I am really excited about this project and I hope it actually gets off the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the flow rate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ckdfCRGuB6U/TVsUZvWwVsI/AAAAAAAABhw/KwfrnteoObw/s1600/P2150096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ckdfCRGuB6U/TVsUZvWwVsI/AAAAAAAABhw/KwfrnteoObw/s320/P2150096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574071396242314946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measuring distance for the water tubes (me with the yellow tape measure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQygMmI1DZI/TVsUZcdiTSI/AAAAAAAABho/gYCkoJ4T0jc/s1600/P2150104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQygMmI1DZI/TVsUZcdiTSI/AAAAAAAABho/gYCkoJ4T0jc/s320/P2150104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574071391170481442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from Cathaleen's community looking over to my community (30 min walk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USllRMwKagc/TVsUZHwiIsI/AAAAAAAABhg/73PGU1VBXjE/s1600/P2150113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USllRMwKagc/TVsUZHwiIsI/AAAAAAAABhg/73PGU1VBXjE/s320/P2150113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574071385613017794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute little girl hollering into the empty water tank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wt-duE3hieg/TVsUYzRuRNI/AAAAAAAABhY/QLlMZW1cQlw/s1600/P2150114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wt-duE3hieg/TVsUYzRuRNI/AAAAAAAABhY/QLlMZW1cQlw/s320/P2150114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574071380115080402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MmmV5ZRe9Uo/TVsUY_1L-jI/AAAAAAAABhQ/qyZ5-x7lvK4/s1600/P2150121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MmmV5ZRe9Uo/TVsUY_1L-jI/AAAAAAAABhQ/qyZ5-x7lvK4/s320/P2150121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574071383485053490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-2241794454593697981?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/2241794454593697981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-was-my-sister-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/2241794454593697981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/2241794454593697981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-was-my-sister-for-day.html' title='I was my sister for a day'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ckdfCRGuB6U/TVsUZvWwVsI/AAAAAAAABhw/KwfrnteoObw/s72-c/P2150096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-7775963300103252374</id><published>2011-02-07T19:28:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:11:31.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!</title><content type='html'>Ok I am not going to brag or anything but I might just be the coolest and/or luckiest PCV in G-Country (aka Guatemala).  I received a phone call from the lady at the Peace Corps office saying I had a package waiting for me.  I couldn't think who would send me a package at that address since its 10 hours from my site.  I told her I will come and get it in time.  No worries, it can't be important.  She was very insistent it was important and said it was from the US Ambassador.  I assumed it must just be the photo of our group and him from reconnect.  She said no, it is a regalito (a little present).  Say what!?!?  A regalito…I’m excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathaleen picked up my regalito from the Xela office for me this weekend and it was more of a regalo!  It was a cute little Santa wine holder filled with peanut M&amp;Ms, a dog bone for Lubu and earplugs.  Also, Ambassador McFarland put in a little note saying he is a fan of this blog!  I feel so cool!  (“I’m so popular, I’m so cool!” –UD) Who knew I would basically become a celebrity here.  I sure had no idea!  Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short…THANKS Ambassador!  You still ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lubu and me with our Christmas present from the ambassador!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TVCqvw6X65I/AAAAAAAABgE/5EqfO_XXRdc/s1600/P2070039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TVCqvw6X65I/AAAAAAAABgE/5EqfO_XXRdc/s320/P2070039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571140476617616274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubu Lubu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TVCqwI572AI/AAAAAAAABgM/wemB0fk6eFU/s1600/P2070038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TVCqwI572AI/AAAAAAAABgM/wemB0fk6eFU/s320/P2070038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571140483058227202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire and Cathaleen holding onto Mora "the lap dog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TVCqwetAzHI/AAAAAAAABgU/NEsqZ5HuMn0/s1600/P2070040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TVCqwetAzHI/AAAAAAAABgU/NEsqZ5HuMn0/s320/P2070040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571140488909606002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-7775963300103252374?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7775963300103252374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/02/thanks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/7775963300103252374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/7775963300103252374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/02/thanks.html' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TVCqvw6X65I/AAAAAAAABgE/5EqfO_XXRdc/s72-c/P2070039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-7719353679764632221</id><published>2011-01-25T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T11:26:49.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad School</title><content type='html'>I went to a meeting yesterday to help plan the “desfile” parade that will happen for my town fair in two weeks.  I sat in a classroom for about 40 minutes waiting for others to show up and I noticed the only school rules are as follows:&lt;br /&gt; NOT Permitted:&lt;br /&gt;  -headphones&lt;br /&gt;  -eating&lt;br /&gt;  -liquor&lt;br /&gt;  -bad habits&lt;br /&gt;  -makeup&lt;br /&gt;  -being without a uniform&lt;br /&gt;I agree that most of these are good rules but what about respect? Or raising your hand? Or turning in assignments?  There are so many things wrong and corrupt with the education system in Guatemala it breaks my heart.  These kids want to learn but often it is just not possible because of lack of funding, quality teachers or they have to stay home and work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sad fact for my middle school is there are currently NO teachers!  I went to visit with the director on 3 different occasions a week ago and he never showed up, not even once!  I was really annoyed and couldn’t understand why he kept standing me up when I was doing him a favor and teaching English classes.  I found out yesterday all the teachers got better job offers in other communities so there is no one to teach now.  There are 6 classes of students in three grades that are without classes.  School was supposed to start the 17th but as of yet, nothing.  The town men are meeting on Friday to “discuss the problem” but what can be done?!!?  They need teachers ASAP but knowing how slow things move in Guatemala it may be a while before there are teachers for these eager minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I was in Xela last week for more medical appointments.  The city is the second largest and it felt like it.  I am sure used to aldea life.  I stayed with my friend Shannon who lives nearby and it was great to hang out with her and see her town.  Nothing new to report on the medical side…things are still up in the air.  It’s all very frustrating.  But I push on….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-7719353679764632221?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7719353679764632221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/sad-school.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/7719353679764632221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/7719353679764632221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/sad-school.html' title='Sad School'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-1310175175277344771</id><published>2011-01-23T18:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:17:33.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Vaca Pics</title><content type='html'>Here is my website to view all the Christmas Extravaganza 2010 pics.  Also, you can connect to the rest of my albums of my time in Guatemala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/KellyAileen3/ChristmasVacation2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSuD1r-daWE/AAAAAAAABc8/CPS96Elt9O8/s160-c/ChristmasVacation2010.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/KellyAileen3/ChristmasVacation2010?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Christmas Vacation 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-1310175175277344771?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/1310175175277344771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-vaca-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/1310175175277344771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/1310175175277344771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-vaca-pics.html' title='Christmas Vaca Pics'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSuD1r-daWE/AAAAAAAABc8/CPS96Elt9O8/s72-c/ChristmasVacation2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-6268468681827727117</id><published>2011-01-12T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T18:16:55.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>Vacation is definitely over.  The days of drinking Pina Coladas on the black sand beaches are far gone.  I have been back in site a week now and it is funny how things go back to normal so fast.  Yesterday I went to the Consejo Tecnico with all the health workers in my municipality and unfortunately there are now about half the number of health workers.  The government does not have the money to pay the workers so a bunch of people lost their job over the holidays.  Also, the NGOs that were providing health care lost funding so they left too.  My town has been without vaccinations and any health attention since October.  A different health post has been reassigned to take over vaccinations so hopefully these kids will not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my first charla of the New Year this afternoon.  I asked Cathaleen to come help me.  We focused on food preparation, washing fruits and veggies and chlorinating water.  We did a little skit where Cat was a fly who contaminates food with poop and I was the girl who ate the food and got diarrhea.  The women laughed and enjoyed it.  The women seem to comprehend everything well but unfortunately when I reviewed the important times to wash hands I could hear crickets.  No one remembered!  Seriously?!?!  I have reviewed the 4 times to wash your hands (after bathroom, after changing diaper, before eating, before cooking) but no one spoke up or anything.  It was a very frustrating end to an otherwise great charla.  It makes me remember that maybe I am doing no good as far as health education.  I am entertaining to the women and they enjoy themselves.  Maybe that is all a first generation volunteer can really achieve.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news, I am off for 3 days of medical tests in Xela next week.  I have been diagnosed with high blood pressure and anxiety.  They think its stress….duh!  I am not sure what the doctors will say but hopefully something good.  I have not responded to treatment thus far and Peace Corps has given me a time limit to get things under control.  On top of the stress of my unprepared site, these medical issues are really testing me.  Updates to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I want to thank all of my friends back home.  I do not think I would still be here without the support from you.  I love all the letters and packages and emails and everything.  Thank you so much and know how much you are appreciated &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-6268468681827727117?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6268468681827727117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-to-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/6268468681827727117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/6268468681827727117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-2243707371741287376</id><published>2011-01-08T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T17:55:07.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fence</title><content type='html'>The fence finally went in!  JAJAJA!  The men and a few women showed up around 8am and work actually began at 9am.  First, I must say the community bought all the materials and donated their time.  I said I could pay but they said that they would collect money from the town and pitch in more themselves.  I expected the fence to be done while I was gone but in hindsight I was glad to be around for the building day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they worked outside, I cooked inside.  I agreed to cook lunch for the 20 people a few days ago.  The only thing I could think to cook for that many people on my little two burned stove was chili.  I started cooking beans last night and did about 4 batches of beans in my pressure cooker.  This morning I borrowed a huge pot from my neighbors and adding the veggies, meat, and seasonings.  It all came together in the nick of time.  I wasn’t too sure if all the people would like my food but everyone finished it and some even had more.  Of course I made too much so I will be eating chili for a few days.  This afternoon I gave a bowl to my little neighbor friend who just laughed.  She is only 11 but I’m sure she cooks much better than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a lock on the gate and I now have a secure fence!  The only bad news is that I won’t be getting help to build my latrine until the END of February!  GRRR!  I said I could just do it but they all said they are interested in learning about it and could I wait and show them about the dry composting latrines…I agreed.  Yes, I will have to wait another month but they actually seemed genuinely interested in learning so I will take another month of my sick-nasty flooded latrine in order to promote the sanitary ones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In progress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSkGv2w13wI/AAAAAAAAAwU/IdsyyyM3trA/s1600/P1073338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSkGv2w13wI/AAAAAAAAAwU/IdsyyyM3trA/s320/P1073338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559982634189577986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that helped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSkGvcYY7uI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Gbu-QFK8yaQ/s1600/P1083342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSkGvcYY7uI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Gbu-QFK8yaQ/s320/P1083342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559982627107696354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My delicious chili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSkGu576l9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/UxDGAkd0bLQ/s1600/P1073337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSkGu576l9I/AAAAAAAAAwE/UxDGAkd0bLQ/s320/P1073337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559982617861461970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-2243707371741287376?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/2243707371741287376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/fence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/2243707371741287376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/2243707371741287376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/fence.html' title='Fence'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSkGv2w13wI/AAAAAAAAAwU/IdsyyyM3trA/s72-c/P1073338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-3144062725941327797</id><published>2011-01-06T16:48:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:33:14.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Vacation: Bombas, Dinosaurs and Sea-Turtles</title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!  I must write about my long vacation and I will try to keep it interesting.  After a few days in site, Lisa, Rem and I traveled to Huehue and visited the Zaculeau Ruins.  After the day eating street tacos and sightseeing we headed to my friend Callie’s site about 40 minutes away.  There we were able to hike around, swim in the pools and drink some delicious wine.  I also got very good at impersonating the Turkey at her house…Gobble Gobble Gobble (trust me, it’s much better in person).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaculeu Ruins outside of Huehue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZVehHXvUI/AAAAAAAAAtE/UWSO8uhj9h0/s1600/PC182616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZVehHXvUI/AAAAAAAAAtE/UWSO8uhj9h0/s320/PC182616.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559224772809178434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovebirds at Zaculeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZVeZFFvkI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xujxqH1e3_I/s1600/PC172601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZVeZFFvkI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xujxqH1e3_I/s320/PC172601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559224770652126786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few nights there we headed off to Coban.  This is where the shit hit the fan.  The national government decided to issue a “State of Siege” on the department where we intended to spend the next week.  The government wanted to take back the cities run by narco-traffickers.  After numerous phone calls to Peace Corps staff and many tears on my side we decided to change things up and head up to Flores instead of visiting the Limestone Pools of Semuc Champey.  We arrived in Flores and found a hotel with a lovely view.  Unfortunately the tour people in and around the town were vicious and would not leave us alone.  I guess everyone is always trying to make a buck.  We spent the next day hiking near the island and then hitting up the many bars for happy hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we headed up to Tikal.  The national park is about an hour outside of Flores.  We decided to spend the night at one of the hotels located in the park (thank you Lisa and Rem!).  The place had a pool which combined with some afternoon Tequila led to some fun photo sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and Me underwater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZV5IKBxCI/AAAAAAAAAt8/1OMHy1rT8fM/s1600/PC233003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZV5IKBxCI/AAAAAAAAAt8/1OMHy1rT8fM/s320/PC233003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559225229965902882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rem and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZV4zdjRTI/AAAAAAAAAts/33Qb5sfsymE/s1600/PC232784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZV4zdjRTI/AAAAAAAAAts/33Qb5sfsymE/s320/PC232784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559225224410645810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire and Rem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZV4vClwiI/AAAAAAAAAtk/osZgDs0CFIY/s1600/PC232772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZV4vClwiI/AAAAAAAAAtk/osZgDs0CFIY/s320/PC232772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559225223223820834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed into the Tikal Ruins in the afternoon.  The park was HUGE!  You could easily get lost in there.  We wandered around and saw a bunch of different old temples and got to climb some very scary stairs to reach the top of Temple #5.  The view was amazing but I was feeling a bit nauseous looking down.  Claire and Rem just walked around like it was no problem.  Lisa and I stayed close to the ground.  From the top of the temple you could see for miles and miles and it was just pure jungle.  We saw a few more temples and the main plaza and watched the sun go down.  It was cool to be in this place that 2000 years ago served as the capital city of the huge Mayan Empire.  It makes everything else seem so new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also officially believe dinosaurs still exist.  I know the signs said that the Howler Monkeys make very loud noises but the things I heard at night could no way have come from a little monkey.  Those were noises of T-Rex and Raptors!  Sleeping in the jungle (ok in a hotel really) was an amazing experience and I am so lucky to have experienced the dinosaur noises and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the top of one of the Temples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWlbaqE5I/AAAAAAAAAu0/Hs8QCplXm04/s1600/PC233195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWlbaqE5I/AAAAAAAAAu0/Hs8QCplXm04/s320/PC233195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559225991050171282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWlYN_qsI/AAAAAAAAAus/_cE6jt_pnqo/s1600/PC233174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWlYN_qsI/AAAAAAAAAus/_cE6jt_pnqo/s320/PC233174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559225990191753922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWMYZh54I/AAAAAAAAAuk/j-rdC3KbqGg/s1600/PC233129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWMYZh54I/AAAAAAAAAuk/j-rdC3KbqGg/s320/PC233129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559225560743405442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and Rem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWMERfddI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7_ySbhLSygM/s1600/PC233119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWMERfddI/AAAAAAAAAuc/7_ySbhLSygM/s320/PC233119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559225555340981714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and Rem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWL-CS0JI/AAAAAAAAAuU/P-77LvbHfP8/s1600/PC233107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWL-CS0JI/AAAAAAAAAuU/P-77LvbHfP8/s320/PC233107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559225553666625682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWLjyzvgI/AAAAAAAAAuM/emcd0Y7eHZo/s1600/PC233094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWLjyzvgI/AAAAAAAAAuM/emcd0Y7eHZo/s320/PC233094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559225546622352898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horribly terrifying stairs to the top of Temple 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZlqvFfkoI/AAAAAAAAAv0/6plT7hjVVHM/s1600/PC233108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZlqvFfkoI/AAAAAAAAAv0/6plT7hjVVHM/s320/PC233108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559242574903874178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we returned to Tikal and saw some more ruins.  After a few hours of climbing up and down we headed back to Flores.  We hit up some more happy hours and enjoyed a nice Christmas Eve dinner.  I slept through it all but I am told I missed World War 3 status fireworks at midnight.  Guatemalans love their bombas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4 travelers: Me, Claire, Rem, Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZV4SXGVEI/AAAAAAAAAtc/kQSys4iatxQ/s1600/PC222651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZV4SXGVEI/AAAAAAAAAtc/kQSys4iatxQ/s320/PC222651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559225215525213250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of the island of Flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZVfHdnCKI/AAAAAAAAAtU/XdILYD95Dzo/s1600/PC222639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZVfHdnCKI/AAAAAAAAAtU/XdILYD95Dzo/s320/PC222639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559224783103002786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Sabiha and Claire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZVe7g6vBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/wMgTyZ1h5Pc/s1600/PC212626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZVe7g6vBI/AAAAAAAAAtM/wMgTyZ1h5Pc/s320/PC212626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559224779895651346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day brought Mass and some more eating and swimming in the lake.  We then took an overnight bus to Antigua.  In Antigua we visited my old host family, toured a coffee farm and climbed Volcano Pacaya.  The volcano was a really easy hike but it was a beautiful view from the top.  We actually couldn’t go all the way to the top since Pacaya exploded last May.  Too dangerous they say…I would have gone though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me on Volcano Pacaya with Volcano de Agua, Volcano de Fuego and Volcano Acatenango in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWl8RghgI/AAAAAAAAAvE/-d_fkptqYto/s1600/PC263234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWl8RghgI/AAAAAAAAAvE/-d_fkptqYto/s320/PC263234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559225999870166530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWlvMSe0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/IjtPP3OOkJc/s1600/PC263227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWlvMSe0I/AAAAAAAAAu8/IjtPP3OOkJc/s320/PC263227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559225996358613826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before New Year’s Eve we headed to Monterrico, a small town on the Southern coast.  The weather was warm, the waves were decent sized and we saw baby sea turtles.  What else can I ask for?  It was amazing to bask in the sun and hear the sounds of waves all day.  We also got to eat some delicious fish and shrimp fresh out of the ocean.  We took it easy on New Year’s Eve and just sat on the beach and watched all the fireworks.  Once again, more bombas.  One of the last days we took a boat tour of the Mangroves in Monterrico.  It was very early but we saw some interesting fish and birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby sea turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZXbRmn3zI/AAAAAAAAAvs/dVYnlkSNPEY/s1600/PC303289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZXbRmn3zI/AAAAAAAAAvs/dVYnlkSNPEY/s320/PC303289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559226916128939826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nightly release of the sea turtles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZXbVu1iVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JmwsF8s0UDY/s1600/PC303279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZXbVu1iVI/AAAAAAAAAvk/JmwsF8s0UDY/s320/PC303279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559226917237131602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and Me at sunset on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZXbP2UdaI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Dc5KiD0D-kw/s1600/PC303268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZXbP2UdaI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Dc5KiD0D-kw/s320/PC303268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559226915657905570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZXa4paAlI/AAAAAAAAAvU/PqBhfpiZ8yA/s1600/PC303267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZXa4paAlI/AAAAAAAAAvU/PqBhfpiZ8yA/s320/PC303267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559226909429727826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and Rem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWmEsen2I/AAAAAAAAAvM/PMkHX5KFq6A/s1600/PC303263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZWmEsen2I/AAAAAAAAAvM/PMkHX5KFq6A/s320/PC303263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559226002130771810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wildlife during the Mangrove tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZVefoYukI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vut0LmHc2HU/s1600/P1013314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZVefoYukI/AAAAAAAAAs0/vut0LmHc2HU/s320/P1013314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559224772410784322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned to Antigua the night before Lisa and Rem flew out.  We had Indian Food and went out for a beer.  They had to leave the next morning ridiculously early.  I was so sad to see them go.  I cried for far too long that morning after they left.  If I have learned one thing since I have been in Guatemala it is the value of family.  Seeing my sister made me realize how much I miss my family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish this long post I must update on a few things.  I still am having medical issues and have to go in for more tests and such.  UGH!  I was super healthy before I came here so why now?!?!?  It is hard to focus on my job when I have so much other Peace Corps official stuff to deal with.  Now that I am back in site I am really trying to make more of an effort to get out.  I am going to walk my dog every afternoon to see more people.  I am hoping once school is back in session I will be able to teach some English classes as well.  A new year and hopefully a new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still no fence and no latrine…some things never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-3144062725941327797?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3144062725941327797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/holiday-vacation-bombas-dinosaurs-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/3144062725941327797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/3144062725941327797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2011/01/holiday-vacation-bombas-dinosaurs-and.html' title='Holiday Vacation: Bombas, Dinosaurs and Sea-Turtles'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TSZVehHXvUI/AAAAAAAAAtE/UWSO8uhj9h0/s72-c/PC182616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-1180015861016951610</id><published>2010-12-17T06:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T06:45:10.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" But you don't look alike?!?"</title><content type='html'>My family is here!  My sister, Lisa, and her fiancé Rem arrived Sunday night.  I took the long bus in to pick them up.  We stayed one night in Antigua and then took another long bus back to my site.  We arrived in site and of course the children were scared.  One grandma even covered the children’s faces when we walked by.  I felt like I was back here on my first day.  No one can believe that Lisa and I are sisters.  We don’t really look alive and never have and for Guatemalans that is a hard concept to grasp.  Everyone comments on how they don’t think she is my sister because we are so different.  Also, a bunch of community members try to talk to Rem first (because he is the man) but he does not speak much Spanish at all.  Family is such an important part of life in Guatemala that I think my village really likes seeing my own family.  They wanted to throw us a huge welcome party but I told them that was not necessary.  They would not let it go and finally we agreed to have lunch with the community leaders later this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought Lisa and Rem to one of my community Charlas on nutrition.  Of course the community wanted them to stand up and speak and give some “palabras.”  Rem told them all thank you for the welcome and they are happy to be here.  All the 100+ women applauded!  We only are staying here for a few days and I think my community wishes we would be here the whole time.  However, I am ready for a long vacation to some warmer places in Guatemala.  I will try to update this a few times while I am gone but no guarantees.  So…Merry Christmas to All and Happy New Year!  I miss you all and wish I could be in the states to see everyone.  Take care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and me in Antigua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TQtju1WVM3I/AAAAAAAAAio/LOeSDW_7VtQ/s1600/Iglesia%2BCatholic%2Bde%2BAntigua%2B%25287%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TQtju1WVM3I/AAAAAAAAAio/LOeSDW_7VtQ/s320/Iglesia%2BCatholic%2Bde%2BAntigua%2B%25287%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551640621910143858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rem and Lisa in Antigua at some ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TQtju9qj-MI/AAAAAAAAAiw/S7d4vF7itoM/s1600/Iglesia%2BCatholic%2Bde%2BAntigua%2B%252810%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TQtju9qj-MI/AAAAAAAAAiw/S7d4vF7itoM/s320/Iglesia%2BCatholic%2Bde%2BAntigua%2B%252810%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551640624142481602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I travel on buses with my stuff and Lubu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TQtjvIW2eLI/AAAAAAAAAi4/2MwHjTFUcuc/s1600/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TQtjvIW2eLI/AAAAAAAAAi4/2MwHjTFUcuc/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551640627012597938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought me a pumpkin ale!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TQtjvHVh5ZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/AePSnIm3f8o/s1600/IMG_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TQtjvHVh5ZI/AAAAAAAAAjA/AePSnIm3f8o/s320/IMG_0591.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551640626738619794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My community Charla with my translator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TQtjvabTjTI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gVJYXSWy9b0/s1600/IMG_0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TQtjvabTjTI/AAAAAAAAAjI/gVJYXSWy9b0/s320/IMG_0613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551640631863119154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TQtknnhZhcI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/vyGVdrEsb28/s1600/IMG_0621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TQtknnhZhcI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/vyGVdrEsb28/s320/IMG_0621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551641597451011522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rem helping me on the nutrition activity with the women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TQtkn_E2PKI/AAAAAAAAAjY/WMv2DoSZCto/s1600/IMG_0636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TQtkn_E2PKI/AAAAAAAAAjY/WMv2DoSZCto/s320/IMG_0636.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551641603773709474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-1180015861016951610?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/1180015861016951610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/12/but-you-dont-look-alike.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/1180015861016951610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/1180015861016951610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/12/but-you-dont-look-alike.html' title='&quot; But you don&apos;t look alike?!?&quot;'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TQtju1WVM3I/AAAAAAAAAio/LOeSDW_7VtQ/s72-c/Iglesia%2BCatholic%2Bde%2BAntigua%2B%25287%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-8568156469308982979</id><published>2010-12-09T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:22:21.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Update</title><content type='html'>As everyone knows I have been looking for a new house.  I have too much of a problem with drunk men coming by the house at night and bothering me.  I went to look at that one house last week but the lack of privacy and the animal abusive children made it less than ideal.  I also talked to another family who said they have an extra room but it is really small.  The father is also terminally ill and I would not want to be a bother to that family.  Guatemalans will offer you the shirt off their back but it does not necessarily mean they want to give it to you.  The offer is made to be polite.  Learning when “Yes” means “No” and “Yes” means “Yes” is a continual struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, yesterday there was a turn of events.  The Health Commission came to my house to talk to me about this problem.  I have been a little disillusioned with the Health Commission because of their lack of support for my job.  The men all came and pulled up in a little pick-up on my front yard.  We talked about my problem and how I make literally making myself sick with worry at night because of these men.  They asked me if I wanted to move and I said I really did not because I feel very comfortable here with my neighbors.  Lubu loves this place and I have my privacy when I want it but I also can go visit the families nearby as well.  This place is ideal (minus the lack of latrine).  The men offered to build me a tall fence that would make it impossible for men to get to my door at night.  I had thought about building a fence before but I did not want the community to think that I was alienating myself since no one really has fences here.  The men talked in Q’anjob’al for a while and decided they will ask the community to donate supplies and then they will do the manual labor.  I was elated!  I can stay in this house!  I think the community will make the fence for me while I am on vacation.  SCORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown until Lisa and Rem come…3 days!!!!!  My community wanted to throw a big party but I insisted that wasn’t necessary so instead I think they are going to make a big lunch with just the community leaders.  I am sure this will be something to write about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-8568156469308982979?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/8568156469308982979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/12/house-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/8568156469308982979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/8568156469308982979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/12/house-update.html' title='House Update'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-2200749791906985390</id><published>2010-12-04T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:04:50.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Figuring Things Out</title><content type='html'>My PC Project Director (aka my boss) visited my site this last Wednesday.  He roared up in his Peace Corps SUV with tinted windows.  Also, my official Guatemalan counterpart came (who I hardly ever see let alone work with).  We sat down in my house and had a very serious talk about my work, my living situation and all the little things that are going wrong.  I had a hard time expressing all my concerns because I did not want to be that complaining volunteer.  However, certain things must change for me to remain here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, my living situation.  I have not written about this on my blog because I know it will make people worry back home.  DON’T WORRY! (I DO have my black belt ya know…)  My current house is on the main road through town and everyone in my town and every town on the road know that I live here and I also do not have any close neighbors, just cornfields.  For the first two months everything was peachy.  I had my privacy and I also had plenty of people to go visit when I wanted to.  It was exactly what I had wanted in a living situation (minus the fact that I have no latrine).  Once the rainy season ended a new problem started.  Drunk men, called “bolos” here, started coming to my door in the night.  The first time I about had a heart attack as he knocked on my windows and then on my door, around 9pm.  I hid under my covers.  He was slurring his words outside my door and I knew he was drunk but it still frightened me.  I told my neighbors and they told me the next time I needed to call them and they would come to help.  The next time came all too soon.  This time someone came to my door at 3am.  I freaked.  I hid under the covers again, as Lubu barked her head off, and called my neighbors.  The man continued to knock and in English say, “I am your friend, just let me in.”  He finally went away right as my neighbors came.  This is a scene I will never forget: all my little indigenous women neighbors in their corte carrying HUGE sticks and machetes coming to my aid.  Also the men came but I expected that.  One of the women saw the man in the road and ran over to ask him why he was bothering the Gringa.  The man responded that “we are friends.” BULLS***!!!  I do not know him.  He wasn’t even from my town.  And 3am to visit your friends…I think not.  Aside from these two incidents two other drunk men came knocking and every time my hearts races and I get scared.  What if this time he can get in?  I knew I had to move.  In my head I tried to tell myself it will be okay and I can stay in the house but the more and more I thought about it I must move.  I cannot live in fear for 2 years.  I will have to give up my privacy and space to go live with a family but at least I will be safe.  Today, I went and looked at a room that is in a house of a lady I work with.  It is VERY small but I really do not have many options.  The worst part is that there is no direct ceiling so it’s a huge house with walls but no room has its own ceiling so let’s all hope it stays mostly quiet with the rest of the family( doubtful…who wants to send me more ear plugs?)  I will probably move in after my Christmas vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing we discussed was my work.  I am not satisfied with the amount of work I am doing.  I want to have something to do most days of the week whether it is a community heath talk or working in the schools.  We decided the huge community health talks I am giving now once a month will not work if the town wants to receive projects.  I am going to split the town up into three smaller groups and do a health talk every other week with these groups.  That means instead of having one health talk a month I will have 6.  MUCH better.  Once the school open again I will be able to fill my time there as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am starting over.  I will be working in a new way and with different people.  I will be living somewhere new.  Hopefully, I will be much happier and healthier.  I do not know if these situations will improve everything in my site but I can only hope.  I am not ready to give up on this community so I have to figure out a way to make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the countdown until my sister and her fiancé arrive is on…7 days!!!!  YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-2200749791906985390?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/2200749791906985390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/12/figuring-things-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/2200749791906985390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/2200749791906985390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/12/figuring-things-out.html' title='Figuring Things Out'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-2972791807783320283</id><published>2010-11-29T17:24:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:59:48.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Stuff and STUFFING!!!!</title><content type='html'>I realize how popular I am (“I’m so popular, I’m so cool!”) on this blog when I don’t update it for a week and I start getting little nudges here and there from people back home.  I feel the love and I love it!  So here it is.  A long time coming and hopefully worth your 10 minutes you are about to spend reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last week was a roller coaster of emotions but not the small little, green dragon roller coasters you find at the county fair but the legit Hurricane-Screamin’ Eagle-Thunder Mountain-Ring of Fire kind of roller coaster.  After Reconnect I was told I needed to return to the Peace Corps Office and to Guatemala City for some medical issues.  Basically to make a long story short, after 2 days of tests and meetings with doctors I am stressed!  DUH!  With stress comes lots of side effects I will not go into but let’s all hope things change a bit for the sake of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After these doctor visit days I headed to Lake Atitlan to celebrate Thanksgiving with a few PCV friends.  I met up with Kelsey and we took nearly every mode of transportation (bus, pick-up, boat) to get to Santa Cruz La Laguna and a little place called La Iguana Perdida.  The hostel is owned by a British woman and her American husband.  Mostly all the people who work there were guests a few weeks ago and just stayed on a few more weeks or months.  The lure of the lake is so strong I completely understand how someone wouldn’t want to leave.  We sat and watched the sunset over the Lake looking at the two Volcanoes.  It was peaceful, serene and just what I needed after the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving Day was a lazy hang out day.  Shannon and Melissa made it down to the Lake and then we went for a swim.  Actually I was the only one to take the full plunge into the algae ridden lake which may have been a bad decision (story to come…).  The traditional American Turkey dinner was served in the afternoon.  I must say it was delicious and just what I needed but not the same as my Mom’s cooking.  We met some other PCVs who happened to be at the same hostel and we all ate together and it was fun to celebrate with new and “old” PCV friends.  There was even a TV lounge with satellite TV from LA so we got to watch some football too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I woke up and felt really sore and just assumed it was from being a glutton the day before.  We took a “chicken boat” across the Lake to the super touristy town of Panajachel.  There were a bunch of cool artisan gifts and jewelry and such.  We walked around a bit but I started feeling not so hot.  We sat and the other ate while I slowly got worse and worse.  After lunch we immediately went back to our town on the Lake and I crashed in bed.  I am not too sure what exactly I had but it was not a pleasant time.  I had the chills and sweats and body aches and the big D!  UGH!  Luckily I have amazing friends who kept checking up on me and getting me water and rubbing my back.  Love you guys!!  The WORST part, ok maybe one of the worst parts, was that I had the chance to watch a Boise State football game on TV in the lounge but I literally could not pull myself out of bed.  I think watching my boys lose would have just made me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend I just hung low and slept a whole lot.  At least I was sick in one of the most beautiful places in the world.  I felt better on Sunday and we headed out.  It was a good/bad Thanksgiving but one to remember.  I had hoped to climb Volcano San Pedro while we were there but that will have to wait.  I will also be rethinking my swimming in algae filled lakes from now on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final note, my little Lubu got fixed while I was on vacation.  She has a purple tummy from the antiseptic solution and some stitches.  People in my site did not know that was even an option for dogs.  As cute and tranquila as Lubu is, she will be the last of her street dog gene pool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not decide on pics to post so I put up a LOT this time.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRFtYvB9CI/AAAAAAAAAfs/jImvA2AnwIc/s1600/LAKE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRFtYvB9CI/AAAAAAAAAfs/jImvA2AnwIc/s320/LAKE.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545133687236064290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRFtsflZDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Q0ghHQnoZJA/s1600/LAKE%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRFtsflZDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Q0ghHQnoZJA/s320/LAKE%2B%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545133692539986994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRFt0ODoiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zT_1fmF-pUw/s1600/LAKE%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRFt0ODoiI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zT_1fmF-pUw/s320/LAKE%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545133694613955106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRFu4OBwqI/AAAAAAAAAgE/htz4NNIpafs/s1600/LAKE%2B%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRFu4OBwqI/AAAAAAAAAgE/htz4NNIpafs/s320/LAKE%2B%25283%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545133712867443362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRFvcViM6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/aOAJRNtmaNU/s1600/LAKE%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRFvcViM6I/AAAAAAAAAgM/aOAJRNtmaNU/s320/LAKE%2B%25284%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545133722562605986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRHKj2k_BI/AAAAAAAAAg0/nPco-R06ft0/s1600/LAKE%2B%25285%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRHKj2k_BI/AAAAAAAAAg0/nPco-R06ft0/s320/LAKE%2B%25285%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545135287948344338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kelsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRHIGxHkXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/FIicDvpv_8k/s1600/LAKE%2B%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRHIGxHkXI/AAAAAAAAAgs/FIicDvpv_8k/s320/LAKE%2B%25286%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545135245781078386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRHDmkeoWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WuLwHyo1wBI/s1600/LAKE%2B%25287%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRHDmkeoWI/AAAAAAAAAgk/WuLwHyo1wBI/s320/LAKE%2B%25287%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545135168418652514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRHBM1kFxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/PaGYrFMNbz4/s1600/LAKE%2B%25288%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRHBM1kFxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/PaGYrFMNbz4/s320/LAKE%2B%25288%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545135127151253266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRHA2zMpdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Bx2lQrflUPU/s1600/LAKE%2B%25289%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRHA2zMpdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Bx2lQrflUPU/s320/LAKE%2B%25289%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545135121235748306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRIX3YCUhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Hi7IS7dn9a0/s1600/LAKE%2B%252810%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRIX3YCUhI/AAAAAAAAAhc/Hi7IS7dn9a0/s320/LAKE%2B%252810%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545136616038879762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRIXo52UWI/AAAAAAAAAhU/PDBHFoVoHro/s1600/LAKE%2B%252811%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRIXo52UWI/AAAAAAAAAhU/PDBHFoVoHro/s320/LAKE%2B%252811%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545136612154167650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Shannon before I jumped in the Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRIXefUDvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/WbA7dIrFrN8/s1600/LAKE%2B%252812%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRIXefUDvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/WbA7dIrFrN8/s320/LAKE%2B%252812%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545136609358515954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lake swim was wonderful...but possibly what caused my sickness :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRITRyAkUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/6PDhj3fhEc8/s1600/LAKE%2B%252813%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRITRyAkUI/AAAAAAAAAhE/6PDhj3fhEc8/s320/LAKE%2B%252813%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545136537227792706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon and Kelsey at Thanksgiving dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRITBzMQaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/2Hd3tdgdJ-Q/s1600/LAKE%2B%252814%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRITBzMQaI/AAAAAAAAAg8/2Hd3tdgdJ-Q/s320/LAKE%2B%252814%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545136532937785762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa, me and Abby enjoying TOO much food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRJSnWMjRI/AAAAAAAAAh8/tvBuVNFCj_E/s1600/LAKE%2B%252815%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRJSnWMjRI/AAAAAAAAAh8/tvBuVNFCj_E/s320/LAKE%2B%252815%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545137625348476178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ironic shot, I thought.  So much trash in this breathtakingly beautiful country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRJSIFeBUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/cS6iukH9gwU/s1600/LAKE%2B%252817%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRJSIFeBUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/cS6iukH9gwU/s320/LAKE%2B%252817%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545137616956818754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Shannon, Kelsey and Melissa walking off our dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRJR9rDm9I/AAAAAAAAAhs/nmj2DSNH1Jk/s1600/LAKE%2B%252818%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRJR9rDm9I/AAAAAAAAAhs/nmj2DSNH1Jk/s320/LAKE%2B%252818%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545137614161681362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cannot be comfortable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRJRjKFa1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/rVgoTGQCAHg/s1600/LAKE%2B%252819%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRJRjKFa1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/rVgoTGQCAHg/s320/LAKE%2B%252819%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545137607044066130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRJT9znnJI/AAAAAAAAAiE/pG69CA4152o/s1600/LAKE%2B%252820%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRJT9znnJI/AAAAAAAAAiE/pG69CA4152o/s320/LAKE%2B%252820%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545137648557333650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-2972791807783320283?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/2972791807783320283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/11/medical-stuff-and-stuffing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/2972791807783320283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/2972791807783320283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/11/medical-stuff-and-stuffing.html' title='Medical Stuff and STUFFING!!!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TPRFtYvB9CI/AAAAAAAAAfs/jImvA2AnwIc/s72-c/LAKE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-240129956446814363</id><published>2010-11-15T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:23:42.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconnect and Re-thinking</title><content type='html'>This past week was “Reconnect” at the Peace Corps Office.  Reconnect is 2 days of technical training, review of the first months in site and lunch with the US Ambassador.  When Cathaleen stood up to ask a question he had obviously read her blog and asked about Puchica so, if you are reading this Ambassador, you rock!  I loved the Q&amp;A and also took away a lot of valuable information on US Foreign policy and its current work in Guatemala.  I also greatly appreciate that the head honcho for the US in Guatemala took the time to come eat some Dominos Pizza with a bunch of idealistic volunteers doing their best just to get by most days.  That was most definitely the highlight of Reconnect for me.  The rest of the week I had Spanish “class” but I was in a group with two other volunteers who just happened to be two of my favorite people and we got one of the best teachers.  The days went by fast and I think the review of some Spanish was necessary since most people here do not even speak the language and if they do, it’s often worse than my Spanish.  I also stayed with my old San Luis host family for a few days.  I realized how much I have missed them.  Also, Camila the baby is getting huge and she is starting to talk.  It’s nice to have such a forward thinking Guatemalan “family” to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few days before I left I was having mixed feeling about returning and seeing my old friends from training and being back at my training site.  I was excited but also apprehensive.  I have felt so isolated these 4 months since my site is SO far away from most others and I have had internal and external struggles and, like any new PCV, questioned whether I could really accomplish this service.  (Side note: still no latrine…BIG external struggle.)  I wish I could say I feel much better about my site and my work and my isolation but I cannot.  We had time to share with small groups our experiences in our site and my group decided to talk about only good things.  We went one by one and I was last.  At my turn I honestly could not think of one “success.”  This is not to be negative but I feel like I have not accomplished anything in these 4 months.  Yes I have “done” stuff but have I “accomplished anything?  Define accomplishment.  I am still beyond frustrated Peace Corps would give me 3 months of training on how to work with a Health Center/Post and then put me in a site without one.  I often feel very lost in regards to work.  Hearing all the awesome things my fellow Healthy Homes volunteers are doing with their Health Post educators and Tecnicos makes me a little more pissed!  Why do I have to be here without anyone wanting to work with me?!  I am slowly learning it is acceptable to stalk people here- call multiple times a day in order to get a straight answer.  This is my site and I have to accept it but when will I like it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it was very strange to be back with everyone from our whole training class.  I know I have and will continue to change as a person but those changes became apparent to me in being surrounded my new old faces.  These are people I know and love but everyone was a little different.  It is like trying to get to know an old friend after a long absence.  The love is still there but you have no idea who that person is right at that moment.  Strange feelings.  On the long bus ride home I popped in my favorite music and had some serious thinking time.  I joined Peace Corps to do good in the world and “be the change.”  I left my friends and family and came to Guatemala also hoping to “find myself” a bit, or at least find my place in the world.  Now that I am here I only feel as if I am losing my old self piece by piece.  Maybe that is just the feeling of change.  Only time will tell.  I am off to listen to some Johnny Cash and knit.  Is this the “new me”??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love to All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Old friends pass away, new friends appear. It is just like the days. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend - or a meaningful day.” –HH Dalai Lama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-240129956446814363?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/240129956446814363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/11/reconnect-and-re-thinking.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/240129956446814363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/240129956446814363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/11/reconnect-and-re-thinking.html' title='Reconnect and Re-thinking'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-5721954618838705194</id><published>2010-11-03T18:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T19:27:50.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos Santos Feria</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, Halloween, (aka the greatest holiday EVER) I traveled to the municipio of Todos Santos Cuchumatan to partake in the town’s feria (3 day fair/celebration).  The town’s name means “All Saints” so the feria takes place on the days surrounding the holiday of All Saints Day.  After a long two bus rides I arrived in the town.  It is a fair sized municipio and by 5pm when I got off the bus the town was in full party mode.  There was constant marimba music and bolos (drunken men) everywhere.  One thing that stands out about Todos Santos is that unlike most municipio in Guatemala, all the men still wear their traditional dress, called “traje.”  Picture this: every man in red and white striped pants with a white and pink and purple shirt dancing drunk in the street.  And when I say dancing it is more of an intoxicated swaying/stumbling often colliding with the other bolos.  By nightfall there are numerous (we counted 7 in about 2 blocks) men passed out on the street.  Although it is mildly entertaining to watch, it also displays the sad truth about alcoholism and binge drinking in Guatemala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the fun…Halloween night was too much fun!  The PCVs who live and work in Todos Santos rented a huge 4-story house for all the visiting PCVs to stay in.  There were about 20-30 PCVs and then a bunch of backpackers from Australia and England and other places who all came dressed up and ready to party- American style.  I went as The Pink Panther.  Not everyone understood I was not a mouse and not a cat so I walked around singing the theme song a bit as a hint.  Nearly everyone had a costume which was fun to see all the creativity since getting costumes together in Guatemala can be a bit challenging.  There was a farmer, a piñata, Hermione Granger, a “heart attack” and many other very creative costumes!  I loved it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we all grudgingly rolled out of our cold sleeping bags (and some w/o bags!  Brrrrr) to go see the horse races.  Todos Santos is famous for their horse races on November 1st.  There is a track that the participants run down then they all take a drink of beer and then race back.  The winner is the last man still riding his horse at the end of the day.  It lasts from about 8am until 4pm with a 2 hour break.  This was the first year they allowed women to ride in the race and no Guatemalans did but two PCVs hopped on and showed everyone what they were made of!  It was awesome to see!  Luckily the PCVs did not partake in the drinking aspect of the race.  By the end of the day men were barely staying on their horses and the majority had completely passed out.  Gotta love Guatemala entertainment and festivals!  That is how to celebrate the Saints…or is it?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the time we walked around and enjoyed all the feria street food and street vendors.  We also rode the Ferris wheel.  Most of the Guatemalans on the wheel were teenagers looking for some privacy to make-out but I quickly ruined that as I decided to scream at the top of my lungs as long as I could.  I got a few glares form the young pair ahead of us.  Overall, it was just a great weekend where I got to see my buddies from training and meet a bunch of other PCVs.  I am now in site for a few days where I have to finish (and by finish I mean start…hello procrastination) my Community Assessment Tool which is a huge report about my town which I will present next week when I travel back to the Peace Corps Office in Santa Lucia for a week of “Reconnect” with my training group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz, Claire, me and Brittany at the "Peace Corps Party House"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIEr61A_UI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mirUR7EI050/s1600/PA312348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIEr61A_UI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mirUR7EI050/s320/PA312348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535492044564266306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabiha as Chocolate, Me as The Pink Panther and Claire as Catwoman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIEsR2NV_I/AAAAAAAAAeY/wtvd62Kp1BA/s1600/PA312352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIEsR2NV_I/AAAAAAAAAeY/wtvd62Kp1BA/s320/PA312352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535492050743285746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horse races with the drunk men hanging on as best they can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIEuVt4J2I/AAAAAAAAAew/gl6WSjhvNwo/s1600/PB012415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIEuVt4J2I/AAAAAAAAAew/gl6WSjhvNwo/s320/PB012415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535492086141822818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIEtlmfpwI/AAAAAAAAAeo/9iRqNOQ_yl8/s1600/PB012400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIEtlmfpwI/AAAAAAAAAeo/9iRqNOQ_yl8/s320/PB012400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535492073225955074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIHbRBn7TI/AAAAAAAAAe4/stZgR0R5LzA/s1600/PB012416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIHbRBn7TI/AAAAAAAAAe4/stZgR0R5LzA/s320/PB012416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535495056999836978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome PCV showing them how its done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIEtFHKZ_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/GhCVfJCd4E8/s1600/PB012372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIEtFHKZ_I/AAAAAAAAAeg/GhCVfJCd4E8/s320/PB012372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535492064504604658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for you Rem!  This VERY drunk man was dancing in a CANADA shirt in front of the tourism office!  hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIHcqRqrFI/AAAAAAAAAfY/wL0FD0hDh10/s1600/PB012431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIHcqRqrFI/AAAAAAAAAfY/wL0FD0hDh10/s320/PB012431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535495080957881426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Ferris wheel ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIHb46LuZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9vX-4czgQK4/s1600/PB012429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIHb46LuZI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/9vX-4czgQK4/s320/PB012429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535495067706046866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masked dancing in the Plaza for the feria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIHblp4pcI/AAAAAAAAAfI/gudA2KBFhRw/s1600/PB012427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIHblp4pcI/AAAAAAAAAfI/gudA2KBFhRw/s320/PB012427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535495062537414082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire and Susie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIHbr37TXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/_yZ-B904BmI/s1600/PB012424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIHbr37TXI/AAAAAAAAAfA/_yZ-B904BmI/s320/PB012424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535495064206921074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-5721954618838705194?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/5721954618838705194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/11/todos-santos-feria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/5721954618838705194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/5721954618838705194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/11/todos-santos-feria.html' title='Todos Santos Feria'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TNIEr61A_UI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/mirUR7EI050/s72-c/PA312348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-4259566986583592988</id><published>2010-10-30T19:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:50:38.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cunicult-WHAAAT???</title><content type='html'>This week I spent a few days in the cabecera (state capital) of Huehuetenango.  Becca and I traveled down to attend a few days of training with the NGO Casa Materna.  We looked at the schedule for the second day and saw “Cunicultura” as a two hour session.  Neither of us had any idea what that meant but both of us saw a relation to a similar word in English that is not so appropriate.  Becca later looked it up online and to our relief “cunicultura” means the cultivation of rabbits.  Whew.  We attended two days of sessions on a bunch of different topics such as how to grow and use composting worms, reforestation and school gardens.  The sessions were intended to train the Guatemalan technicians who are working directly with Casa Materna.  Each municipio, Santa Eulalia for us, has two technicians assigned to work in the aldeas of the muni.  One technician will be working to improve nutrition through education and projects in about 30 different aldeas over a three year period.  I am hoping to work with the technician to assist her in her training of the community.  It is a very valuable and much needed project.  The malnutrition throughout all of Guatemala is horrible (most malnourished country in the Western Hemisphere as of 2009) so I am hoping this project will at least aide the families of my community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the week we stayed with my friend Claire who lives about 20 minutes outside of Huehue in a small aldea.  She is always such a great hosts and lets us crash at her place when we have work in Huehue or passing through.  I always have a great time hanging out with her and we got to watch some Disney movies and Becca and she let me sing along!  We also took a hike up the hill by her house which provided us with a beautiful view of her aldea, a volcano and part of Huehue.  The day was warm and the sun beaming down on my white, flea-bitten legs felt so soothing.  It was a great way to end a semi-stressful week of travel and training sessions.  Tomorrow I am off to Todos Santos, another municipio in Huehuetenango about 2 hours away, to enjoy a Peace Corps Halloween Party and the famous Day of the Dead celebration!  Pics and stories to come I’m sure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus to Huehue with Becca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzGjkzXjyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WkyVlS2o-Ho/s1600/PA252319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzGjkzXjyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WkyVlS2o-Ho/s320/PA252319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534016356608347938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire with Puchica (Cathaleen's pup) and Lubu and me.  Our girl dogs need to learn to close their legs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzKNVnplBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/bDIBAc9HwRE/s1600/PA282339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzKNVnplBI/AAAAAAAAAdw/bDIBAc9HwRE/s320/PA282339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534020372622054418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzKMjoxZxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/kpICsNzLs-c/s1600/PA282337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzKMjoxZxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/kpICsNzLs-c/s320/PA282337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534020359204988690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzKLwM54UI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7LfviAkanqY/s1600/PA282329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzKLwM54UI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7LfviAkanqY/s320/PA282329.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534020345397895490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzKLsFdZOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SmN6siLpMYM/s1600/PA282322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzKLsFdZOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/SmN6siLpMYM/s320/PA282322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534020344292926690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzKLUktOkI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-94ZBmU5HV8/s1600/PA282321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzKLUktOkI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/-94ZBmU5HV8/s320/PA282321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534020337981536834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not love that face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzGjfkwPzI/AAAAAAAAAdA/yh4gJc3o1U0/s1600/PA192316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzGjfkwPzI/AAAAAAAAAdA/yh4gJc3o1U0/s320/PA192316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534016355204874034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lubu investigating the piglets in front of my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzGjESeSSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/MRvV0F8hmAI/s1600/PA152304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzGjESeSSI/AAAAAAAAAc4/MRvV0F8hmAI/s320/PA152304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534016347880442146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lubu is not too sure about these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzGiw1qBdI/AAAAAAAAAcw/-R_HZ1fYzVk/s1600/PA152303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzGiw1qBdI/AAAAAAAAAcw/-R_HZ1fYzVk/s320/PA152303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534016342659302866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lubu and the Mama pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzGi2tDyaI/AAAAAAAAAco/2hEJF6pq1rc/s1600/PA152302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzGi2tDyaI/AAAAAAAAAco/2hEJF6pq1rc/s320/PA152302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534016344233855394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-4259566986583592988?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4259566986583592988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/cunicult-whaaat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/4259566986583592988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/4259566986583592988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/cunicult-whaaat.html' title='Cunicult-WHAAAT???'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TMzGjkzXjyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/WkyVlS2o-Ho/s72-c/PA252319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-8554422514771519013</id><published>2010-10-24T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T08:05:45.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Fields</title><content type='html'>Friday was the day I had my community meeting in the next town over.  I had made plans to have two women meet me at my house and walk over with me since I did not know this new community.  They were supposed to come at 11am which is Guatemalan time means 12pm.  I waited until noon then I called because no one was here yet.  They said they were on their way.  I waited another 45 minutes and they finally showed up.  We were so late by this point we had to catch a ride to the town.  We got out of the car and walked up this hue hill to the school.  As I was approaching I saw all men!  Normally, only women come to my talks and men work in the fields.  However, since the community had to vote on whether or not they would let me work in their town all the men had to be there since they are the only ones who vote (equality=nonexistent in Guatemala).  I ended up talking about myself, Peace Corps and the Healthy Homes Program for half an hour or so and then they pummeled me with questions.  Most of the questions had to deal with money and when they would get projects.  I had to explain this year I am only doing health education and nothing else.  In the end they voted to have me work there.  We will see how it all goes.  It is always difficult stepping into a new community.  It has taken me 3 months in my own community to finally have the townspeople understand why I am here.  As long as people come to me health talks and show interest I will work in this new town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that so many men were there was very surprising to me.  Most things to do with health involve only the women.  It is the time of year where every man and most children are out in the milpa harvesting their corn.  The men had all clearly come directly from their fields because there was not one man at this meeting who was not carrying his hoe, shovel or pick.  I must admit I was very intimidated by all the men.  They all just stare with leering eyes at this American girl standing up front.  As most know I am very VERY jaded with men right now because of all my negative experiences with Guatemalan men.  Standing up in front of the men of this town and acting confident was not so easy.  I often feel like I am forever fighting the stereotype of the uneducated woman.  I usually emphasize to people that I have my university degree and in general I am not full of shit (sometimes I am though…).  The men just intimidate me. Period.  It’s also frustrating that the women do not have a voice in this community.  I want to work with primarily women as they have the most direct effect on the health of their families.  I am not sure how this new town will work out but I have to hope for the best because there is nothing else I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latrine Update:  the materials have arrived!  I have everything I need to start building the latrine but now I need to find some people to help me figure out ho to lay cement and such.  I am being realistic with the whole project and really just hope to have it done by Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-8554422514771519013?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/8554422514771519013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-fields.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/8554422514771519013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/8554422514771519013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-fields.html' title='From the Fields'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-1751305543430119222</id><published>2010-10-19T16:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T16:11:01.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PACAs</title><content type='html'>I want to write a bit about my new found love in Guatemala named PACA.  Unfortunately this is not the man of my dreams but rather stores which sell used American clothing.  Most know I am a big fan of Savers/Goodwill because one man’s trash is MY treasure.  I am not sure where exactly all of this used American clothing comes from but I am glad it makes it way here.  The PACAs are all over this country and even in some of the smaller municipalities.  Some are a bit classier and actually use hangers but most just have huge piles of clothing.  I always have the urge to run and jump in the piles and throw all the smelly, used clothes around like a child in a pile of fall leaves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Cathaleen and I went to the medium sized town near us and we did a little PACA shopping.  I was on a hunt for parts of my Halloween costume so I visited a few stores.  This one store was a goldmine!  All the clothes were Q10 (about $1.20) which is actually a little steep for PACA clothes.  I usually find stuff for Q2-5 ($0.20-60) but the sheer amount of awesome clothes made it worth it.  I found too much stuff and had to hold back but I got a few new warm sweaters and all I need to complete my Halloween costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the PACA store was the store owner.  Cathaleen was looking through all the baby clothes saying how cute this and that would be for her “baby.”  Of course I knew she was talking about her dog (who was tied up outside) but the store owner did not.  The lady finally asked some question about her “baby” and Cathaleen and I had to laugh.  We told the lady that the little puppy outside was Cathaleen’s “baby.”  The lady LOVED it!  She handed Cathaleen a pink, fleece onesie and put Puchica the puppy in the outfit.  Puchica could not walk without a tail hole and just had this “please help me my owner is nuts” look on her face.  But I must say the outfit was adorable and with a little clip of the scissors to add a tail hole Puchica will have some great PJs.  The store owner was dying of laughter, as was I, and ended up just giving the outfit to Cathaleen.  The whole ordeal was hilarious.  People here do NOT understand our relationships with our dogs and this was just another crazy experience.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad…the lady called me gordita (little fatty)!  Grrr!  Even though she did not mean anything by it, it still bothers me to constantly be called gordita!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-1751305543430119222?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/1751305543430119222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/pacas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/1751305543430119222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/1751305543430119222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/pacas.html' title='PACAs'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-3855846313730397536</id><published>2010-10-14T18:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T18:41:27.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are Turning Around!</title><content type='html'>Isn’t it funny how everything can change in a 24 hour period?!!  I have been gravely frustrated with my site the last few months.  I knew the first three months in site (which I will complete Saturday!) are the most difficult for most volunteers but I felt as though I had a few things thrown at me that no one could have prepared me for in training.  First, I have no health post to work with.  This means I am more or less on my own to get people together and work with me.  I have the town Health Commission but they are not paid and it is not their primary responsibility.  Second, I have no working latrine at my house.  I have no problem with latrines (out houses as I used to call them) and I am starting to prefer a clean latrine to a nasty toilet.  I have been waiting and waiting for the materials to build a dry, composting latrine for my house since I live in a flood zone a regular latrine does not work here.  These are two things I did NOT ask for when requesting site preferences.  I had no idea that Healthy Homes sites existed where there was no Health Post and that I would be told to live in a house without a latrine.  In addition to trying to “integrate” into a community who does not speak Spanish and the stress of moving to a new place and starting a new job, I had these other 2 concerns weighing me down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is light on the horizon!  In the last day many things have changed.  On Wednesday I was notified by my Project Specialist that the materials to build my latrine will arrive this Saturday!  I still have to build it which will be an experience I am sure but this is a huge step in the right direction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I gave my first official community charla on Wednesday.  There was a nasty rain storm but about 60-70 town members made the sacrifice and came to listen to me speak about my job.  I gave background information on The Peace Corps and some of its work in Guatemala.  I described what the Healthy Homes project consists of and what my role will be in the community the next two years (really, only 21 months!!!).  To finish, I read the story of Mariquita Cohcinita which is about a dirty girl who gets sick but then learns how to live a more sanitary life without disease.  I think the townspeople, and about 95% women, enjoyed the story.  I had to use a translator for the entire charla and sometimes I knew she was not saying exactly what I said but that is fine.  She knows the community better than me and how to motivate them to be interested in my work.  The COCODE also decided that I should give the same introductory charla next Saturday and see if more people will come that didn’t show up to the first one.  I was satisfied with the attendance at this one so either way it looks like there are some families who do indeed want to work with me and have an interest in preventative health.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, to round out my amazing 24 hours, I was given the opportunity to work in a different community.  I was sitting in my house this afternoon dilly dallying and someone knocks on my door.  I open it to a group of about 7 men and two women and my neighbor, Marta Lidia, who is also on the Health Commission of my town Pett.  She tells me the others are here to chat with me and then leaves.  I am not sure exactly what is going on at this point and am hoping they are not here to run me out of town.  Not at all I find out.  They introduce themselves as the community leaders of the smaller community over the hill named Yoch.  They have heard I am here and working in the town (and I am sure they hear the word “projects” thinking free stuff) and they wanted to ask me to come visit their town and possibly work in their community.  This was music to my ears!  Were people coming to me asking me to work?  I have spent so much time trying and failing at finding work here that this was seriously the happiest work related moment I have had since being in site.  The desire of this community to have me will open up so many more opportunities for me.  I grabbed my day planner and told them my free days and now I will be going to present myself and my work to their entire community next Friday!  Just the fact that these nine people walked the hour to my house, not even knowing if I would be home, to try and get me to work gave me so much hope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, I couldn’t ask for a better 24 hours.  I really needed a day like this to keep me sane.  I had been losing steam quickly as I struggled to find work.  I had questioned what I was even doing here in the first place.  I am here because I want to be a tiny drop in the ocean of change.  I left everything I had in the States to come to Guatemala and live in and learn about a different culture.  I have learned things here are not easy.  It is a struggle to just survive each day.  I must try not to lose hope when things go bad.  I have had this goal of completing Peace Corps service since high school.  Every day is a new day and I must keep hope that I will have more and more of these extraordinary days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-3855846313730397536?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3855846313730397536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-are-turning-around.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/3855846313730397536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/3855846313730397536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-are-turning-around.html' title='Things are Turning Around!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-4794123555331381114</id><published>2010-10-11T19:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:40:41.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>Today I attended the 1st birthday party of my neighbor’s daughter, Anayeli.  My neighbor, Maria, is one of the 12 children of my “host family” (host neighbors really).  First, I must say she is one of the few people in town I can call a “friend.”  Here it is next to impossible to form meaningful relationships with friends in town as I would in the States.  Women my age usually have at least two children, stay home and work in the house and do not aspire to more in life.  This is a generalization because I have also met some amazing female movers and shakers that break this stereotype.  However, in my small Mayan village, most women fall into the stereotype.  Maria is 22 years old, has her two children and a husband who is working in the States.  I was drawn to her initially because she loves my dog Lubu which is a rarity here.  Most Guatemalans treat their pets horribly.  Maria loves Lubu and has even learned a few commands in English to use with Lubu.  She also stops by every single day just to see how I am.  I feel that she understands why I am here and genuinely believes it is a worthy cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her second daughter, Anayeli, turned 1 today.  About 20-25 people came to her house and there was a feast.  For birthdays here the entire family gathers and eats (my kind of party, eh?!).  We had two types of soups and all the tamalitos I could consume.  Also, there was an adorable pink cake.  The whole party tried to get me to sing Happy Birthday in English but I had way too much verguenza so I opted out.  I said I would teach all the little kids so next time we can all sing it.  I also had my camera at this festivity and they had me take soooooo many pictures.  I found it amusing because I had to take a picture with every single adult holding the little birthday girl.  You can imagine a one year-old would not be too happy by the end of this photo session.  I diligently shot all the pictures they wanted and we enjoyed the cake.  After, we all went outside and they wanted me to take more pictures.  They also wanted me to be in the pictures with them.  I knew that I am “tall” here but until I saw those pictures I never realized how much of a difference there is.  It is a nice change from being the short one to being the tall one.  They cannot understand that in the States I am NOT tall at all.  They just laugh when I say this.  The whole afternoon was quite lovely and I had a very good time spending this special day with this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the work front, I actually have something to do this week (whoa crazy, I know).  Tomorrow Becca, Cathaleen and I are giving an HIV/AIDS workshop to the Health Post employees.  Wednesday is my first community charla.  This charla has been rescheduled and pushed back for months now.  I am ready to get the show on the road and start real work.  I also talked with Magdalena, another of the 12 children, about being my translator.  She is 23 (with 2 kids) and studying to be the equivalent of a certified nursing assistant here.  She also has to give charlas/health talks and does not know how.  I told her I will help her and go with her if she helps me by translating.  I think this is a very mutually beneficial agreement.  She is the one person who I know understands completely why I am here.  We discuss my job and health care a lot so I know she is a knowledgeable woman.  She is the older sister of Maria and also another “friend” I have here.  It feels good to finally feel like I am making progress with integration and work.  I have really been down in the dumps lately and feeling like I am wasting time here but then I have days like today that re-energize me and help me continue on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Guatemalan version of rice crispy treat that I brought to the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO4iP73h6I/AAAAAAAAAbs/vvQYOrs-ocQ/s1600/PA102197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO4iP73h6I/AAAAAAAAAbs/vvQYOrs-ocQ/s320/PA102197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526964066246428578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO4hwcCrYI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Hn-BOQT0kGo/s1600/PA112201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO4hwcCrYI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Hn-BOQT0kGo/s320/PA112201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526964057791442306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the four Grandmas cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO4hmXWQ4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/R0bsHhrMShg/s1600/PA112210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO4hmXWQ4I/AAAAAAAAAbc/R0bsHhrMShg/s320/PA112210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526964055087399810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anayeli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO4gokwOYI/AAAAAAAAAbU/5-PUFVd3msA/s1600/PA112217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO4gokwOYI/AAAAAAAAAbU/5-PUFVd3msA/s320/PA112217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526964038500628866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anayeli and her mom, Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO4gdxwTgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/akswgaKbv6Q/s1600/PA112221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO4gdxwTgI/AAAAAAAAAbM/akswgaKbv6Q/s320/PA112221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526964035602370050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abuela (which just means grandma in Spanish but everyone calls her Abuela instead of her name) who lives next door with Anayeli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO3Q6m4VOI/AAAAAAAAAbE/eRW3101HYCA/s1600/PA112232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO3Q6m4VOI/AAAAAAAAAbE/eRW3101HYCA/s320/PA112232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526962668951852258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the grandpas...this is about picture number 40 for this poor little girl.  She is NOT having fun anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO3QXM_aBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ECWa-6nZtrg/s1600/PA112238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO3QXM_aBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ECWa-6nZtrg/s320/PA112238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526962659448023058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michi trying to sneak some frosting while all the adults are distracted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO3QH8KllI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ejvAFEO6LfE/s1600/PA112239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO3QH8KllI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ejvAFEO6LfE/s320/PA112239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526962655350920786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO3P5GB3UI/AAAAAAAAAas/gj_A1BDAWbc/s1600/PA112250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO3P5GB3UI/AAAAAAAAAas/gj_A1BDAWbc/s320/PA112250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526962651365760322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leti (who is studying to be a teacher in Chimaltenango about 9 hours away and just arrived back home for "summer break), Magdalena and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO1D22pHYI/AAAAAAAAAac/F4D5EIwAMXw/s1600/PA112269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO1D22pHYI/AAAAAAAAAac/F4D5EIwAMXw/s320/PA112269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526960245582667138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estefani looking adorable as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO1Dgbq-6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/An8hUexHTQ8/s1600/PA112278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO1Dgbq-6I/AAAAAAAAAaU/An8hUexHTQ8/s320/PA112278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526960239563963298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magdalena and her two kids, Estefani and Tico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO1DS90i4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/swsng3f-Aic/s1600/PA112282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO1DS90i4I/AAAAAAAAAaM/swsng3f-Aic/s320/PA112282.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526960235949099906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucia, me and Anna (I am soooo tall haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO1DKONXiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Gs2-gsXi11w/s1600/PA112283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO1DKONXiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Gs2-gsXi11w/s320/PA112283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526960233601916450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucia, Maria, Leti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO1C10s_HI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/z1hr-lfuPbQ/s1600/PA112295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO1C10s_HI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/z1hr-lfuPbQ/s320/PA112295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526960228126227570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leti, Magdalena and Estafani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO3PtDeQiI/AAAAAAAAAak/mhK2SYhDy2Y/s1600/PA112265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO3PtDeQiI/AAAAAAAAAak/mhK2SYhDy2Y/s320/PA112265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526962648133812770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-4794123555331381114?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/4794123555331381114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-bash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/4794123555331381114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/4794123555331381114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-bash.html' title='Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TLO4iP73h6I/AAAAAAAAAbs/vvQYOrs-ocQ/s72-c/PA102197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-3230894939243408947</id><published>2010-10-11T18:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:58:54.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Temux Mayan Artisans</title><content type='html'>Please check out the website of this women’s co-op selling traditional handbags.  Located in the next village over, the women’s’ group hand crochets each bag.  Every Guatemalan has at least one of these bags and they are said the last up to 20 years!  The co-op is in partnership with another PCV in this site!  Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.temuxmayanartisans.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.temuxmayanartisans.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-3230894939243408947?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3230894939243408947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/temux-mayan-artisans.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/3230894939243408947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/3230894939243408947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/temux-mayan-artisans.html' title='Temux Mayan Artisans'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-3273802981096925732</id><published>2010-10-05T19:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T19:25:42.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rumor Mill</title><content type='html'>Sometimes things happen here and the only thing I can do is laugh.  Otherwise I would get really pissed.  I found out through a friend’s family that there are rumors going around my town about me.  This is no surprise to me because chisme (gossip) is HUGE in Guatemala, especially with the women.  Like any small town, everyone knows everyone else’s business.  I found out through my sources that some of the indigenous women in my town were in a microbus and were talking about me.  Apparently the rumors are that I am dirty.  I am dirty because I carry my dog in my arms and I let my dog inside my house.  I am also dirty because I don’t sweep inside my house.  NOT true!  Yes, I hold my dog and let her inside but I actually take care of her and bathe her and check for fleas.  I also sweep inside my house every other day.  How would these women even know if I swept or not?!?!  I mostly find this whole thing funny because, let’s be honest, I AM dirty.  I only take a bucket bath once a week because it is too cold to do it more.  I pee in a bucket in my house because I do not have a working latrine.  I mean I think those things make me “dirty” but I guess everyone has their own standards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-3273802981096925732?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/3273802981096925732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/rumor-mill.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/3273802981096925732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/3273802981096925732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/rumor-mill.html' title='The Rumor Mill'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-6653734997851086908</id><published>2010-10-03T16:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T16:19:14.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia del Nino</title><content type='html'>Friday was International Child’s Day and Pett celebrated with all the elementary students.  First, let me back up and remind everyone how the town leaders asked me to run a few activities then decided to do presentations themselves.  They all told me to be at the school at 7am and in the back of my mind I knew I didn’t need to go until 8am at the earliest but they were very insistent.  Friday rolls around and I am prepared to do musicals chairs and an empowering chant with the kids.  I arrive at 7:30am and to no surprise no one from the COCODE is there.  I find the school director and we chat a little and he tells me the school has actually already planned out a ton of events with the teachers.  I soon realize there was zero communication between the school and the COCODE members which just meant I was completely confused.  I also told everyone from the start I HAD to be on the road by 11am to make it to Huehue for a veterinarian appointment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9am arrives and finally some COCODE members show up.  They tell me “Fijese que…we have a meeting in Santa so no one can do anything anymore.  You can stay and run the whole thing and do some skits, right?”  WRONG!  I had to kindly remind them that I had to leave.  I could do what I originally planned but I would not be able to stay all day.  I was very frustrated with the fact that the whole COCODE was going to be involved and had planned this whole thing only to completely bail at the last minute.  Whatever I told myself.  I will do what I want to do and leave when I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this a teacher tells me before they start any presentations the “NBA está aqui” (The NBA is here).  He said they are this tall and pointed to his knee.  I had to laugh when I say the kindergarten students playing in a basketball game.  Instead of the regular sized baskets there were smaller baskets and backboards hanging from the real ones.  The kids hardly knew how to dribble and the ball was half their size.  It was adorable to watch and I had to just sit back and let the day happen.  So what if nothing was going according to plan.  O well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 10am (two hours after I was originally told it would start) the kids filed into the main room and the presentations began.  I asked if I could do my activity first sine I had to leave.  First I did a yelling empowerment activity with the kids.  I had them all yell “I am a child.  I am the future of the world.  I have the power to change the world!”  We did a competition between sides and I think the kids liked it.  Hopefully they will remember the words and that the words will have a little bit of meaning.  After that I did musical chairs.  I had 13 volunteers come up to the stage and we played until there was one girl standing.  I felt bad I had to leave but I ditched out right after my activity.  As I was exiting I saw all the teachers dressed up in silly costumes for some skit.  I was bummed I couldn’t stay and watch more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend I just went to Huehue and visited the vet.  Lubu is all of 8.5 pounds now!  Almost double since last time.  I also bought her a cute pink collar so everyone knows she is a girl.  I only stayed one night and then returned back home to my site.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news…I decided to change how I am going to do my first community charla.  Originally, I was going to do six charlas with each of the six sectors.  However, I had this overwhelming fear that no one would come, or worse, like two people would come.  I decided for this first charla I will do one with the whole community and gauge the interest level.  The town will go around and use the loud speakers to announce this one charla so I am hoping I get a decent turnout.  The only bad thing is that leaves me with less charlas which means less work which means more boredom.  Ugh.  I am still working on ways to pass my time.  I never knew how much I would appreciate a hectic schedule.  I like my downtime and all but I think I have learned I am someone who likes to be busy busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-6653734997851086908?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/6653734997851086908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/dia-del-nino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/6653734997851086908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/6653734997851086908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/10/dia-del-nino.html' title='Dia del Nino'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-7819583070790179223</id><published>2010-09-27T19:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:00:27.142-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>Pobre Guatemala was hit with another tropical storm this weekend.  Tropical Storm Matthew rolled through the country and hit the eastern coast pretty hard.  My site in northern Huehuetenango also received a LOT of rain.  The storm started on Friday night and all PCVs got put on STANDFAST (no travel, stay in site for safety) again.  Side note: I was told by another PCV that most volunteers will only go on STANDFAST once, maybe twice in their whole service…this was my third!  The rain lasted all through Saturday and finally stopped sometime Saturday night.  The creek that is about 10 feet from my house was overflowing and I almost left to go stay somewhere else but once the rain stopped it went back down a little.  However, with the constant downpour and soggy ground I literally did not leave my house for 2 days.  I must be getting accustomed to being bored and alone because this weekend really didn’t seem that bad to me.  I am learning to pass my time doing completely useless tasks…and I can always sweep the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the ridiculous rainy season that will not cease I am preparing for International Child’s Day which falls this Friday.  I met with the COCODE (town council) this afternoon to discuss some ideas.  They had previously asked me to think of “something dynamic” to do with the kids.  I took that as the kids will be playing some games and having fun.  Wrong.  I presented my ideas of games- potato sack races, wheelbarrow races, tug of war, musical chairs- to the group.  Another side note: 99% of these meetings are spoken in Q’anjob’al; they only speak Spanish when speaking to me which means I never have any clue what is going on.  I am constantly interrupting and asking for a translation.  So I present my ideas and I think they understand in general but then go off speaking in dialect for another 20 minutes.  I finally find out that the COCODE members are going to do a lip-sync (which is SO popular here) and they are going to play the games in front of the students.  The lip-sync, not a bad idea.  Having the kids sit and watch other people, other adults, play the games they want to play…bad idea.  I finally agreed to run a potato sack race and musical chairs with 10-20 student volunteers in front of the rest of the school.  This is just another example of how there is no concept of participation here.  Guatemalans are just so used to sitting and watching things without ever getting involved.  It was very important to me to get at least a few kids involved.  For me, these kids should just have fun and be kids.  Guatemalan children have an incredible amount of responsibility, probably more responsibility than I will ever have in my life.  Most wake up early and help with chores and animals, then head to school, then return home for more chores and often to care for a younger sibling.  I just want these kids to be kids for a day!  I am hoping the day is a success.  If nothing else, the town leaders recognize that International Child’s Day is an important day so that at least makes me smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a follow-up to my last post, I had a completely full day today which makes me appreciate all my down time.  I finished my home visits (yeah!), went to the town with my community leaders to ask for a nurse and then had the almost 3 hour long COCODE meeting.  I am thankful I do not have days like this every day.  It is very draining to be present physically but unable to understand the majority of the conversation.  I am going to start using more of my down time to really study my Q’anjob’al!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I will leave you with a pic of little Lubu, who is getting bigger by the day!  She is patiently waiting for any invader.  In the spirit of Merle’s Door (great book for any dog lover), I have been letting Lubu run wild with the other street dogs.  She always comes back and I think she is happier, but a little more aggressive.  It is a fine balance to raise a dog in Guatemala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TKFJeI9nWZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jzrhc16rNvk/s1600/P9082085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TKFJeI9nWZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jzrhc16rNvk/s320/P9082085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521775400283756946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2249579208621568904-7819583070790179223?l=kellyknapp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/feeds/7819583070790179223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/09/pobre-guatemala-was-hit-with-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/7819583070790179223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2249579208621568904/posts/default/7819583070790179223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellyknapp.blogspot.com/2010/09/pobre-guatemala-was-hit-with-another.html' title='Rain, Rain Go Away'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17430489425375968010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TC4QNwrkyWI/AAAAAAAAALk/ocELSXYtUQI/S220/IDA+(19).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t4LS8gHlvbc/TKFJeI9nWZI/AAAAAAAAAZo/jzrhc16rNvk/s72-c/P9082085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2249579208621568904.post-3934666269145867693</id><published>2010-09-23T21:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:57:37.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole Lot of Nothing</title><content type='html'>I think I have been putting off writing a blog entry this week with the hopes that something interesting and exciting would happen that I could write about.  Bad news- nothing happened!  Last weekend I got to meet up with some of my friends from training who I hardly ever get to see because they are in a different department and that was a whole lot of fun.  Too much fun to be exact.  We danced and had drinks and stayed up all night!  It felt so good to be surrounded by the people who really get me here.  It was interesting to see how everyone is changing and evolving during our time here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I was in Huehue, the department capital, for a meeting with Casa Materna which is a part of Project Concern International. &lt;a href="http://www.projectconcern.org/site/PageServer?pagename=Saving_newborn_lives_and_fighting_poverty_Guatemala"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The NGO is going to be sending technicians to a bunch of the aldeas in Santa Eulalie, including mine.  They will be setting up improved, healthier kitchens and water systems, creating a school garden and providing the kids with food.  This is all very exciting news for me!  The NGO also bases its philosophy on the fact that education is the only true route to real change so the technicians will be giving health talks to all the students.  I only stayed for the morning part of one day of the three-day training so I am not sure exactly what else the program includes.  Either way it will be great having some Guatemalan support in this endeavor to improve the health of my community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting letters regularly which has been amazing!  Keep them coming please!  Getting mail brightens my day!  Actually getting the post office man to actually be in his office so I can pick up my mail brightens my day…getting letter brightens my week!!!  In a letter I received this week from my dear friend she commented on how reading my blog is seems like I am always: kicking ass and taking names” but in her letter I wrote of some struggles and it is good to know I am being challenged.  For everyone else who has not received a said letter I will make an effort to be a little more open.  I have really hesitated putting the negative stuff on here because I do not want to seem like Debbie Downer.  I also so not want people at home to worry about me too much.  With that said let me write some negative…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no functioning latrine and no health post!!!!  First, the latrine.  I was supposed to have a latrine BEFORE I arrived at site but fijese que I still do not have one.  After the new one filled with groundwater I was told Peace Corps would send me the materials so I could construct an above ground composting latrine but I still have no materials thanks to the terrible weather we have been receiving.  I shall just keep waiting…  Second, the lack of health post in my town.  It is very frustrating that I would be assigned a site that does not have a health post/center.  I have nowhere to go work, no home base, nothing.  I see all (minus one) of the other volunteers and they work with their health post staff in the schools and in the communities and have a group of friends.  I do not.  I have to work out of my house which means I am home WAY too much.  It is also almost impossible to get people to meet to schedule my work.  No one really understands my role here and thus they struggle with having me work.  I FINALLY met and scheduled my October charlas this afternoon which was a huge stress off my shoulders.  Now if only I were sure those charlas will actually happen…vamos a ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I have been here 5 months now!  How crazy is that!  2 months in site!  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