Monday morning, we woke up for a first day in Guatemala. We made our way to the dining room at the seminary to have a good Guatemalan breakfast: beans, eggs, some sort of tapioca oatmeal cereal and of course coffee. If I have not mentioned yet, the coffee in Guatemala is AMAZING! No sugar or cream required. When breakfast was finished our driver, translator and soon to be friend, Gary pick us up for the day. I think we were all pleasantly surprised to find we were all close in age. As we drove to the small town just outside of the city, we instantly became friends. Our first stop was an place called, Por Mie Barrio Centro De Alcance. It is an after school program for kids in the neighborhood. Kids can come and hangout have a safe place to hangout during the day. There are volunteers who teach the kids reading, writing, math and computer skills. Public schools in Guatemala are not very good, 50 kids to one teacher, which makes learning quite difficult. Women can also come and learn cooking skills, participate in exercise class, and attend beauty school classes. This gives them skills that they can use to earn a living to support their families. We met two young women who are interns from the United States. They helped translate and tell us more about the center. We met a wonderful lady, kids called her Mimi. She dedicates her time everyday to running the school and being a role model for the children. We spent some time there photographing the school and the children.
One of the cutest girls me met. She was six or seven years old and quite hyper. She spoke so fast, no one could understand her. Her father and brother had died in an earthquake five years ago, leaving her and her mother with some mental and emotional damage and learning disabilities.
A pila. A sink they use to wash their hands, clothes and dishes.
The little girl (previously mentioned) insisted I take a photo of this picture she was holding. To me it speaks volumes the choice of image she decided to rip out of a magazine and keep. An imagine of what she wishes her life could be.
Then Mimi took us on a tour of the neighborhood to meet some of the families who's children attend the center. I don't think I was completely prepared for what was to come. We walked down the streets filled with meat and fruit shops. We then went through a corrugated metal gate into a court yard. There were children playing, laundry drying, and dogs napping. The air smelled of urine and garbage. There were 5 or 6 single mother families living in this small "complex". They had built a fence around their "complex" and had their shacks on the perimeter. In the middle was their version of a sink, called a pila. It was pretty sad. They did not have much. I was brought here to take photos of their living conditions but I found it very hard. Here I was, a white Canadian walking in for a few minutes with an expensive camera to say hi and see their living conditions and then leave. Or at least that's what it felt like. I knew it was for a greater purpose, but I felt guilty, like I was taking advantage of their poverty for my own good. I don't think I really got any photos I love from this day, since it was so hard for me.
We hung out with the kids for awhile and I photographed them, in hopes to send the photos back for them. We then moved on to the next houses. More one room houses built out of corrugated metal, and dirt floors. The families and children were all very friendly. I took some more family photos for them. As we were leaving they gave us some oranges from their fruit stand as a gift. We accepted, but I felt bad, I could easily by an orange, but it would be an insult, since it was a gift. They split the oranges in half and sprinkled them with salt and crushed pumpkin seed powder. It was quite good! We said goodbye to Mimi and then were on are way. Such a short visit.
This little boy lived with his mom and younger brother. His mom was gone to work from 5am to 7 or 8pm. He took care of his younger brother and they would wait in the evening for her to bring them food.
A wall of a house.
This little boy was not quite a year old, but very sick.
Gary took us on a drive through the country to a lake called