Marigolds are "flores de los muertos" here. Who knew? I think its a sign that I fit a little bit in this culture-- they have always been my favorite flower.
Yupp.
Airborne!
These kites are made of tissue paper. Isn't it amazing?
We were standing on graves-- it was a little weird! But when I die, I'd rather have a party thrown above me than to never be visited. So I give this practice a thumbs up.
Disaster struck! The little kite got stuck on the big kite. As far as I know, it's still stuck.
Some of the depictions on these kites were very violent. I want to do some more research about how they choose what to put on them and such.
These little kids had tied strings to little cardboard packages of their toy guns, and kept throwing them in the air, expecting them to fly. I gave them the kite I got free from someone on the street when I left.
This is the kite I got fo free. Thanks President Colom.
Beck, my field advisor from Soluciones Comunitarias.
The whole group! From left to right, Travis, a new volunteer, Michael, Marguerite, Mike, Izzy, and Beck.
2 constants of life in Guatemala: Salva Vidas bottled water, and chuchos. (Chuchos are street dogs, by the way.)
The good old PNC-- it never ceases to weird me out when I walk past them on the street with their HUGE ASS MACHINE GUNS. They're the police, by the way.
Cute little puppy being dragged into someone's leg.
The camionetas are freaking fearless.
The fiambre I helped make! So delicious! I'll be making it this time next year for all of our family and friends-- look foward to it.
