We´re not in Kansas anymore



When you got up first thing this morning and went into the bathroom with sleep still in your eyes, what did you find? Perhaps an ant, maybe a cockroach if you live in the South, maybe one of those skinny little spiders in the corner. You probably didn’t find anything of note and so you continued your day without any thought of what an adventure it might be to go to the bathroom. Let me tell you what I found last week when I went down to the latrine; perhaps your experience was somewhat like mine.

It was early morning on Saturday and with that sleep still in my eye, I walked through the dewy grass to the latrine. I was going to sweep out the latrine and behind the broom was this Hairy-Hoo-Hoo just hanging out. I told Edd but by the time he got down there, it was gone. Naïve us thought that meant the enormous tarantula had rationally decided to move to other haunts. Not so. Two days later, I again found Hairy in the latrine first thing in the morning and this time booked it up to the house to tell Edd. Though he didn’t say it, I knew he thought I was overreacting. In fact, he reminded me that people keep tarantulas as pets. So he grabbed the giant size can of bug spray (the brand is Baygon which in Spanish is pronounced “bygone” as in, “Let big hairy tarantulas the size of my fist be bygones”) and headed down. Hairy was waiting and, Edd says, was running towards him at the door when he opened it. Hairy proceeded to play some hide-and-seek, scuttling around the corner of the latrine and peeking out every time Edd made a move. Finally, he sprayed Hairy and down he went. We thought that was the end of it. Edd came up to tell me that it was the largest tarantula he’s ever seen. This time, I decided to join him (after all, Hairy was dead now) and we headed back down to the latrine to sweep out his furry corpse. But when we opened the door, Hairy was waiting around the corner - he was still alive! Edd grabbed a log and clubbed him twice, finally putting Hairy to rest. Edd swept him out of the latrine, leaving his body on the side of the stairs. Later that day, I went to the bathroom and looked for Hairy’s body but it was not there nor in the immediate vicinity. I mentioned this to Edd, who had also noticed Hairy’s absence and provided the explanation that cutter ants had probably already carried off his body. I’m skeptical.

About 30 minutes after the early morning tarantula slaying, I reached up on the shelf to grab the water filter. I checked inside the filter by sticking my finger inside to see if it was dry and a scorpion about 3 inches long flew out and landed on the wall. Fortunately, Baygon actually does a quick job of killing scorpions and in a matter of seconds, this teenager was dead. Once you kill a scorpion, you still have to be careful because their stingers are potent for a few hours after they’re dead. Alternately, you could cut off the stinger and let the scorpion limp away in shame. Recently while we were having lunch at a neighbor’s house, we learned that if you are stung by a scorpion, you eat sugar. Good to know.

In addition to my recent encounters with these creepies, I’ve also had some neat interactions with or observations of animals that are apart from my experience with animals in the US. I watched a chicken with a frog in its mouth be chased by another chicken, a baby cow walked up close to check me out (a little freaky), we found rows of cutter ants carrying pieces of leaves twice their size, we watched two hummingbirds take turns drinking from a waterfall, in our yard giant toads come out when it rains, and there are lots of pretty butterflies everywhere. Living in the Guatemalan jungle is not all scary, crawly things and it has been fun to experience life so close to nature.

However, we still have a few questions and I’m hoping some of our friends and family can help us out. We’ve really had trouble getting on the internet lately for long periods of time and haven’t had a chance to look up information about some of these new “friends”. Here are some of our questions:
-Do tarantulas lay eggs? If so, is it likely that Hairy is actually a she-Hairy and babies will soon abound in the latrine?
-Are tarantulas in Guatemala poisonous or do they bite? How high can they jump?
-Would cutter ants want to carry away and eat a tarantula?
-Are the black scorpions in Guatemala poisonous?
-If a tarantula and a scorpion got in a fight, who would win?

Spanish vocabulary:
Tarantula – tarantula
Scorpion – alecran
Butterfly – mariposa
Frog – sapo
Oh my God! – Dios mio!
Get the spray! – Traiga el espray!
I thought you said you killed it! - Pensé que me dijiste que lo mataste!

Bonus! Creepy that we found while exploring caves last week!

Life, in general




Santa Maria Tzeja is a small rural community in northern Guatemala about 30km from the Mexican border. A little more then 1,000 people live here in the village. Last month SMT celebrated its 39th anniversary of foundation. In the late 70s and early 80s, SMT was caught in the middle of the Guatemalan Civil War. This sad history of SMT is well documented in the book “Paradise in Ashes” by Beatriz Manz, an anthropologist working in the community during the years of the war. If you would like to learn more about that time period in SMT’s history, I strongly recommend it.

Santa Maria Tzeja currently has no running water or electricity, however there are plans to bring both to the village (“It’s easy to say, harder to do” is the most common phrase whenever this subject is brought up.) We’ll see what things look like by the time we leave in November. Most families have “pilas” or cement pools that collect the rain water off their houses for washing and bathing. In the dry season (read: so ridiculously hot I want to cry season), water must be carried from the “pozos” or wells dug out of the side of the hills that are spread around the village. At first not having running water at my instant disposal was my greatest annoyance but I have come to appreciate the time visiting with people as I fill my water jug at the pozo and the appreciation I have for the water I use.

I joined the community soccer team thinking it would be a one game friendly inter-community get to know you. I was unprepared for the 14 week regular season, punches being thrown at the ref, drunks throwing rocks at me as I tend goal, and kicks to the face that it has actually turned out to be. My sitting the bench on my high school team did not prepare me for this.

By now you must be asking yourself, "So what’s there to do on a Saturday night for a hip twenty something couple 45min from the nearest town of any size?" I want to know the same thing. Once a month or so there tends to be a dance of somekind; usually Marimba music. Otherwise people tend to hang out around the 6 general stores at the town center. Typically one of the stores will run a small generator and play a Spanish dubbed kung-fu movie which have begun to grow on me. Other then catching up on the latest soccer scores and town gossip, weekends tend to be a bit slow. (I thought growing up in rural Ohio was boring).

That said, life here tends to feel a lot like a paradise vacation for me most days. The stars are indescribable and I have read more in the last six monthes than the six years prior. People have been extreamly friendly and forgiving of my social blunders. As my Spanish improves, so does my ability to connect with the other teachers, soccer players, my students and the community in general. Living in Santa Maria Tzeja and teaching English these last six months have been the most significant experience of my life.

Numerology




After a brief break from the internet, we are now back in action having safely arrived in Santa Maria Tzeja, Guatemala on Friday. Over the last few weeks, there has been a lot of activity wrapping up life in Atlanta, preparing to move, and visiting friends and family. It would be challenging to describe all that has happened these last few weeks without a very lengthy blog post so instead, we will try to encapsulate everything using numbers.

Miles added to the car – 1765
States visited – 9
Number of hugs from friends and family – 311
Amount of PBR consumed at the Marpepp wedding – ~24 cases+
Average hours slept per night over the last three weeks – 4.5
New Facebook friends added – 35
Miles left until Atlanta when the alternator died – 31
Random strangers who helped with some aspect of the journey – 7
Food grilled at Adios Atlanta cookout – 0
Vaccinations injected – 10
Times bumped up to first class – 2
Hours of travel to get to Santa Maria Tzeja from Atlanta – 25
Average number of passengers that can ride inside and/or on top of Guatemalan microbuses – 29
Total weight of two checked bags – 97 lbs
Conversion of dollars to Quetzales – $1 = 8Q

English classes resumed on Saturday in the neighboring village, Santa Maria Dolores and the classes in Tzeja resumed on Monday. Sunday, Edd continued as the goalie with the Tzeja soccer team in the local semi-finals, losing 3-0 (ouch). Several community groups have expressed an interest in working with me to start projects, so I will start discussing opportunities with different groups today.

It is sometimes hard to believe that most of my life fit into 5 bags and that I now live in a wooden cabin with no light or running water but it also is wonderfully simple and very beautiful. The journey to get here has been long but also fun, and only made possible with the support and love from family and friends. Above is a picture of the front of the house/dorm and you can find more pictures of our trip to Coban and places in SMT here. Enjoy!