Today was not such a good day, I had to eat some comfort macatella and peanut butter to cheer myself up.
I worked on my article this morning and translated it completely into spanish, I was actually quite proud about how not that much trouble I had doing so. I had a meeting at 2 at Entremundos with the intern-editor to copyedit this month's magazine which is being printed and published tomorrow. So I get there and Michael prints out a copy for us to review it, and to both my pleasure and dismay I see the theme is CAFTA. As I read the articles looking for mistakes and small flaws in the layout, I grew conscious that my article echoed a lot of what those articles said, and that just wasn't going to be ok. It took me more than a few minutes to come to terms with the fact that I wasn't going to publish what I'd spent all week writing; that I might've been counterproductive; that I had 20 days to come up with something, write it well and translate it. Just as I was comforting myself with the fact that at least I was going to be able to dance it all out later at my private salsa class, my teacher called to cancel for today. So I talked with the editor and I'll figure it out eventually, she'll specify what the other writers are writing about and give me feedback on the article I already wrote.
But there are worse things in life and in the world, and this is actually a good learning experience - namely it taught me not to get too attached, to be flexible, to be always on the lookout for new ideas and topics, and to be ready for anything.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Jennifer Harbury case: article about justice still unserved in Guate
I got this report from Colleen, my instructor from my 2 other Dragons trips. We were supposed to meet Jennifer Harbury in October but it didn't work out. I read one of her books, "Bridge of Courage", which is an amazing collection of candid testimonies made by guerrilla members on Volcan Tajumulco, where Jennifer spent 30 days in the early 90s living with the guerrilla. Her case is one of thousands of cases in which people were disappeared kidnapped by the government, who has yet to take responsibility and action to serve justice. Most of the abductors and masterminds of the torture and killings that went on are still free, some are in congress, and one is even a likely front running presidential candidate. Jennifer's case is compelling as an individual one but it is also a symbol, and her win would be a victory for thousands who don't have the money and power to fight the government the way she has been for the past 17 years but have gone through the same sufferings.
week 1: terminado
Things are starting to become routine after this first week of work. My week:
Wednesday: I worked on my article more in the morning, I have this really nice spot on the roof of my house with a great view of Xela. In the afternoon I went to a community called Llanos de la Cruz with the women's office. I went with my "boss" Eunice, who is this incredibly sweet panda-looking lady. She's been working at the office for 2 years and is the head of the social work program, undertaking workshops and intern supervision. She likes working with young women especially because she feels that she can actually help prevent things like pregnancies from happening and help better women's situation by changing the mentality of resignation and acceptance in the face of machismo, and help them take the reigns of their own destinies by teaching them family planning, sexual health, and self-esteem. Anyways, we went to this pueblo because the Oficina is sponsoring an electricity course for the community. It's going to be 40h spread out over 10 weeks. The class was supposed to start at 2 but thanks to trusty Guatemalan time, it started around 3:30. Llanos de la Cruz has a very big group of organized women and we met at the leader's home, which is very visibly built and furnished on dollars sent by her late husband who died in the US three years ago. The community is very divided between what is called the colonia, the new settlers, and the community that's been there a long time. People from Guate have built houses and are renting them and my understanding is that that land used to be the original inhabitant's. Coincidentally, 65% of the rentiers are not indigenous but 90% of the original population are indigenous, so discrimination and racism are also factors deepening the division within Llanos de la Cruz. Some indigenous ladies from the women's group came over and talked about the division problem, how the colonia ladies are trying to create their own group within the group, how they feel discriminated against etc. It was interesting to be there but I couldn't catch everything they were saying, I ended up going home early. That night was Allie's birthday so we went salsa dancing at La Parranda, a salsa club.
Thursday: There was no community to go to in the afternoon so I went to the office in the morning, and we worked on coming up with slogans for the Dia de la Mujer, or women's day, on march 8th - the office is organizing a sort of parade through the Xela streets. This year, we are focusing on labor rights because women are seriously discriminated against in the workplace, be it field or office. Eunice told us that in the campo, men are payed 75Q while women and children are payed 30Q. In farms, women are objects, or property, and sexually abused by the supervisor as blackmail for their salary. Postponing pay or not paying at all, exploitation, sexual, physical, verbal, and psychological abuses are common issues women have to face in the workplace here. Again I worked on my article in the afternoon and took a salsa class with the other foreigner who lives in my house, Stefan.
Friday: I worked on the article and started to create a photo bank for Entremundos, walked up the hill to a mirador of Xela with Stefan and at night had a tipico dinner with the school. We made pepian, a typical Guatemalan dish with chicken and rice and a delicious sauce. We went to the discoteca after for more salsa dancing - my week has been quite full of salsa dancing.
Saturday: I met up with the group after lunch and we checked in about our internships and what we need to do for our expedition. That night we went to a soccer game with some teachers and students from the spanish school. Xela was playing against Peten, the northernmost department of Guatemala. Now I don't really watch soccer and am a terrible soccer player myself, but I could tell Guatemalan soccer is not of the highest caliber. It was an interesting cultural experience, especially because Xela has stronger support than any other team within the nation. There were brass bands constantly playing anthems and support songs, alot of people singing and insulting the other team, fireworks, air balloons, more fire, flags, painted faces, olas...people would climb up over the fence with Xela flags and wave them around. Xela won 1 to 0 after many vain attempts to score, creating an alegre ambiance for the rest of the night. Many food stands were outside the stadiums and we had to weave our way through slowly to get anywhere. There was a concert stage behind the stadium where a salsa band called Sangre Latina was playing, it was pretty awesome. Sport really makes you forget about everything as everyone unites under the support for their home team, leaving aside problems and preoccupations outside the stadium - I guess that's the beauty behind all the shouted insults, smoking and beer-drinking going on.
Sunday was chill, and tomorrow I start again! I'm meeting with Entremundos at 2 to do the final english and spanish copyedits for this month's publication, and I have a private salsa class at 6:30...
So that's what my week has been like. I know next week will be completely different because we're preparing for the Dia de la Mujer activities in the office and we're doing distribution and working on next month's publication at Entremundos, but I like how I'm not exactly sure what's going on and everyday is a new experience.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
websites
Here are the websites of the organizations I'm working for, I meant to post this before.
ommxela.blogspot.com
entremundos.org
ommxela.blogspot.com
entremundos.org
primer dia
Today was my first day of work! It was rather productive. I woke up early to get started on my article and began by researching what Project HAARP is. Project HAARP stands for the High Frequency Active Auroral Research Program. The government has already spent $250 million tax-funded construction and operating costs.The research facility main activity is probing the ionosphere by sending it continuous or pulsing radio waves to get insight on basic natural processes and phenomena in the ionosphere. The research can also show how the ionosphere affects radio signals, mitigating the negative effects to improve communication and navigation systems, and use radio waves to send foreign-sent killer electrons out of orbit to protect national technology and electronic system. Extremely Low Frequency Waves could be developed to enhance submarine technology and observe underground activity in targets such as North Korea and Iran. Conspiracy theorists have blamed the HAARP for creating all kinds of natural disasters such as floods, droughts, hurricanes, even the 2010 Haiti earthquake, and of affecting human health and behavior. A Russian report has accused it of potentially having devastating effects capable of altering the magnetic field of the Earth, causing the magnetic poles to change and thus affecting the weather and the earth, and able to destroy aircrafts or satellites passing through its waves. Although HAARP is a science research program, it's funded by the Pentagon and the military, causing people to doubt its supposedly benign purpose and make all kinds of hypotheses about the true purpose of the facility. A scary thought is that scientists don’t know the potential consequences of this probing of the ionosphere in the long run, and although they are experimenting in a small section just above Alaska, so one could say in their airspace, this could have adverse effects over the ionosphere in other parts of the world if not the rest of the ionosphere.
After that research I basically started writing my article using only the knowledge I've accumulated throughout my trips to Guatemala - readings, articles, testimonies, history lessons etc. Then I googled the theme of my article and found a dozen of really interesting articles and papers about it that will help me gain a broader view and get some facts straight.
In the afternoon I went with the Oficina de Mujeres de la Municipalidad, OMM, to a small community outside of Xela called Xecharacoj. One of the interns, Leslie, gave a workshop on how to organize a "junta directiva", or board of directors, and reviewed the roles of each person to facilitate the formation of a junta directiva for this group of 33 or so women who then voted on 8 different candidates to fulfill 8 different leader positions. It was a really interesting experience, and I really got a sense of how much I take for granted. Leslie did a "dinamica", or game, to break the ice: they played hot potato and 5 women went up and did the chicken dance and they split up into groups and Leslie gave them an optical illusion in which they had to decide as a group which was the longer line. Every woman had to stand up and say their name, and some of them presented themselves and added a little something about how they felt. One lady thanked us for being here to teach them what they don't know and to help them be less afraid by creating a sort of safe haven where everyone is able to speak their mind and heart, participate, and value themselves. Some other ladies barely got off their chair, mumbled their name, and sat right back down in embarrassment. I knew before hand that indigenous women are very shy and afraid to speak up because of historical repression and omnipresent machismo, but seeing some ladies struggle with having to simply say their names in front of women they know was pretty intense. Having to explain what an organization is and how a junta directiva functions is also something I thought was pretty obvious, but apparently it isn't. OMM is really helping these women take charge of their lives and value themselves, I'm very happy to have the opportunity to observe what they do and how they affect women's lives directly. Although I was the only gringa and by far the tallest person in the room, I felt welcome and viewed not just as a white person volunteering for 2 months and a half but as a woman, and even if our realities are worlds apart, we're in the same boat and all support and understand each other in some special way.
After that research I basically started writing my article using only the knowledge I've accumulated throughout my trips to Guatemala - readings, articles, testimonies, history lessons etc. Then I googled the theme of my article and found a dozen of really interesting articles and papers about it that will help me gain a broader view and get some facts straight.
In the afternoon I went with the Oficina de Mujeres de la Municipalidad, OMM, to a small community outside of Xela called Xecharacoj. One of the interns, Leslie, gave a workshop on how to organize a "junta directiva", or board of directors, and reviewed the roles of each person to facilitate the formation of a junta directiva for this group of 33 or so women who then voted on 8 different candidates to fulfill 8 different leader positions. It was a really interesting experience, and I really got a sense of how much I take for granted. Leslie did a "dinamica", or game, to break the ice: they played hot potato and 5 women went up and did the chicken dance and they split up into groups and Leslie gave them an optical illusion in which they had to decide as a group which was the longer line. Every woman had to stand up and say their name, and some of them presented themselves and added a little something about how they felt. One lady thanked us for being here to teach them what they don't know and to help them be less afraid by creating a sort of safe haven where everyone is able to speak their mind and heart, participate, and value themselves. Some other ladies barely got off their chair, mumbled their name, and sat right back down in embarrassment. I knew before hand that indigenous women are very shy and afraid to speak up because of historical repression and omnipresent machismo, but seeing some ladies struggle with having to simply say their names in front of women they know was pretty intense. Having to explain what an organization is and how a junta directiva functions is also something I thought was pretty obvious, but apparently it isn't. OMM is really helping these women take charge of their lives and value themselves, I'm very happy to have the opportunity to observe what they do and how they affect women's lives directly. Although I was the only gringa and by far the tallest person in the room, I felt welcome and viewed not just as a white person volunteering for 2 months and a half but as a woman, and even if our realities are worlds apart, we're in the same boat and all support and understand each other in some special way.
mucho trabajo!
I had my first meetings monday to figure out what it is I'll be doing for the next 9 to 10 weeks. I met at 8 at the oficina de mujeres de la municipalidad, with Tita and Eunice to establish what I'll be doing. I will be working mainly with Eunice, who is in charge of the social work program at the women's office, and 2 interns from the universidad de san carlos. I'll be working 3 times a week there, Tuesday through Thursday, from 2 to 6 pm. I'll be working in the field, in the communities. OMM works with 11 communities and basically gives workshops, trainings, lessons about things like women's rights, hygiene, reproductive health, family planning, community organizing...For the first 2 weeks I'll be observing the work OMM does in 3 communities. Then they will give me more responsibilities little by little, until I can ultimately teach a workshop or take on a role to really contribute to the organization. When I asked what workshops I'll be teaching, the answer was pretty vague and up in the air, and that seems to be the way of things here. They said, you'll see as you go what people need and what they want and how/what you can contribute. They seem very glad to have me there and are a very welcoming bunch of ladies.
In the afternoon I had a meeting with Valeria, the editor in chief of the Entremundos magazine. The magazine focuses on development and human rights in Guatemala and the international community. Their may-june issue, which is what I'll be working on, focuses on the theme of project HAARP, a science research project the US government is funding in Alaska through the Pentagon, apparently sending radio waves to the ionosphere to study its behavior, the sun's effects, mitigate its effects over low-orbit satellites, and develop low frequency waves that can be used in submarines and to discover underground activity. But it might affect the magnetism of the Earth and could potentially cause terrible natural disasters, and Entremundos has chosen this theme as a jumping off point to discuss the effects of US policy onto small countries like Guate. So I'll be writing an 1 100 words article (and translating it into spanish) about that theme. I'm pretty excited. I'm also going to be helping with copy editing, which I've never done before, translating, and creating a photo bank. They need pictures to put in the magazine to complement the articles because they have none right now, they look for images and paintings on internet to include the visual aspect of the magazine. I'll also be writing smaller blurb sort of things about NGOs Entremundos works with to promote and highlight them. I'm going to start with the organizations Kate and Allie are working for. In addition to all of that, I'm going to do the cover art and help with distribution of the february-march issue. I'm also going to get to just observe the layout and printing processes.
I'm very excited about all these opportunities and I hope I will live up to the expectations of the organizations I'm working for. I have a very full plate, and that's exactly the way I want it!
Monday, February 21, 2011
pictures from finca la florida
The porch of the Casa Grande
Sunset and Clothespin
boy cat. the girl cat ate 2 of her babies. creepy.
farm!
farm!
working...
view from adelaide's apartment balcony
stalker picture 1
stalker picture 2
the beautiful church, view from adelaide's roof
Sunset and Clothespin
boy cat. the girl cat ate 2 of her babies. creepy.
farm!
farm!
working...
view from adelaide's apartment balcony
stalker picture 1
stalker picture 2
the beautiful church, view from adelaide's roof
pictures from the lake
San Marcos
La Cambalacha
Sunrise
On the boat to San Pedro
Our road-side florida highway looking hotel in San Pedro
San Pedro and The Nose
Sunset in Panajachel
Las Chicas
La Cambalacha
Sunrise
On the boat to San Pedro
Our road-side florida highway looking hotel in San Pedro
San Pedro and The Nose
Sunset in Panajachel
Las Chicas
last day before it all begins!
Getting back to Xela and a hot shower felt really great, we cooked an amazing dinner with an incredible peanut sauce and had couch surfers over for dinner from Iowa and Nebraska. On Sunday we slept in and packed to get ready to go meet our families. We brought Kate over to Pachaj, where she's doing her internship at Armando's Chico Mendes Reforestation project. I've been to and volunteered in the project each time I've come to Guate, and I have been very inspired by Armando and what he is doing for his country and for the environment. Here is a good article I found on Facebook about what Armando is fighting for:
Through the fog of the Guatemalan highlands, one sees a small nursery among an ocean of hectares of corn fields. This harbor of greenery results from the hard work of Armando López, founder of the Project Chico Mendes. This project was born in 1998 when this quiche activist from Quetzaltenango decided to undertake an ambitious reforestation plan of the Guatemalan forests.
Through the fog of the Guatemalan highlands, one sees a small nursery among an ocean of hectares of corn fields. This harbor of greenery results from the hard work of Armando López, founder of the Project Chico Mendes. This project was born in 1998 when this quiche activist from Quetzaltenango decided to undertake an ambitious reforestation plan of the Guatemalan forests.
Since his beginnings, Armando refused any governmental help to preserve the independence and effectiveness of his actions of reforestation of a fragile ecological zone. “We do not want money; we only want pride and justice for the Maya people”. The indigenous population largely suffered from the long civil war that has torn apart this small state of Central America from 1960 to 1996. However, with the assistance of volunteers who contributed to propel his non-profit o rganization, Armando succeeded in establishing a solid project in the small community of Pachaj, 6 km out of Quetzaltenango. On top of that, a Spanish, quiche and mam (Maya dialects) school was created for the volunteers so that they can improve their linguistic skills while being lodged in modest families of the community.
Ambitious objectives
In spite of the inevitable discord with the several governmental agencies carrying an endemic tradition of corruption, Armando hopes to plant 100,000 trees in the next three years to fight the erosion issue in the rivers which carry the water so much seeked by the foreign investors and to compensate the too many trees cut to open agrictultural land (mainly corn). Since it does not have huge natural resources profitable on the worldwide market, Guatemalan reserves of “white gold”(pristine eau de source) which could be contaminated by the mining companies.
“We are thirsty for justice”, repeats Armando, referring to the governmental attempts to privatize the access to drinking water. The founder of the project Chico Mendes opposes, following the example of most natives of the country, a tax on water and public service utilities(bill 4039) such as the use of the roads which would impoverish moreover the Maya population already victim of socio-economic discrimination towards the ladinos (interbreeding Spanish/native). Armando already organized demonstrations in the past to fight this bill.
A stimulating and ecological project
Armando López has a dream. He wants to build a self-sufficient project, independent of lo cal or foreign subsidies - he refused the assistance of Peace Corps as they wanted to impose their development model described as paternalist, insisting on selling his seedlings or on investing in decorative plants - and to keep his seedbed free from chemicals or other substances being able to contaminate the invaluable water resources of the commune. The bottom line is that it is possible to work without pesticides or fertilizers. Armando proved this statement for a decade using natural techniques like the use of warm water to decontaminate the sown trees or the production of his own organic fertilizer with nitrogen extracted from leaves mixed with compost. Armando carries out himself, sometimes with volunteers, the harvest of seeds of pines, cypresses, laurels and other native species directly in the forest. Ultimately, he grows these seeds within a seedbed while waiting for the next planting session to refill the Guatemalan high summits.
The success of a community alternative as Chico Mendes proves that citizen will overcome the lack of reaction from the official authorities on the national environmental pollution. However, having decided to rely on generosity of private donators, Armando must constantly seek money. He must fix his greenhouse, buy more fertile ground and, perhaps one day, buy a pick-up truck to help his two employees who prepare the ground for reforestation and deal with the new planted hectares.
Armando remains optimistic for the future of his local project. Chico Mendes makes it possible to set up strong bases for citizen projects after a three-decade civil war which has devastated a country already struggling with poverty. Thanks to such initiatives, the indigenous communities can have a voice to organize against governmental attacks on their ancestral grounds. However, Armando preaches non-violence and dialogue with the government. He has even been forced to cancel exhibitions in the past years to avoid unrest which often comes along with Guatemalan demonstrations. Quoting famous brazilian activist Chico Mendes, Armando wraps up the encounter saying “no to the war, no to arms, but yes to intelligence”.
So Armando came to get us in Xela and pulled up with a brand new pickup - a donation. We got to his house and what used to be the uneven dirt-stone-grass courtyard had turned into a flat cement patio with white cement walls surrounding it, embellished with spotlight-illuminated trees in small alcoves. The kitchen was being completely remodeled and they now have a flushing toilet.
People like to "talk shit", excuse my diction, around here, and some have expressed doubts about Armando's honesty and handling of donations. The first thing I thought of when I walked through the door onto the patio was How? Where did he suddenly get enough resources to build this structure? Fue una locura! he said - it was a whim! I know Armando is an honest man with a social conscience and an unparalleled passion to take care of the environment and fight for the justice and rights of the indigenous people. His family and him deserve to be happy and get what they want - other people have it easy and don't do anything for a higher purpose or to help the world, why should Armando live in poverty? Does his poverty give more credibility to what he is doing, does it make him a more "noble" man? We were all pretty shaken up by this drastic change in Armando's home and all kinds of questions popped into our heads, questions we didn't ever want to even think of. Adelaide asked, why so much cement? He is an environmentalist after all, cement is one of the worst things for the environment. Why a flushing toilet? That wastes so much more water, the same water he is fighting to save. She said, I liked the other toilet better, where are the dirt floors and black walls I loved so much?
Dragons decided to stop going to certain communities in Guatemala, like Todos Santos, because they had reached a certain level of comfort, with flushing toilets and showers, and that's just not the Dragons way. It's not an "authentic" experience. But the thing is, it is. People are getting money from the States, Guatemala is going through development. And so peoples' houses change. I have the luxury to choose to be uncomfortable, to come down here and take cold showers for 3 months. I wonder if people here think about that, if they wonder why in the world would we leave our homes and families where we have all the material stuff we can possibly want to go live with people whose dreams are to have a flushing toilet one day.
The pride and excitement on Armando's face when he showed us the brand new toilet was blinding. This means progress for him, that he made it in a way. It's ironic because Indigenous Guatemalans are very proud of the way they live, of their closeness to the earth, the family, and their spirituality - but at the same time they want to be more westernized. I guess we see things completely differently. One of my favorite things about my family in Pachaj was how we ate all around the fire stove, in different seats every time and sometimes without silverware. I loved how the fire brought the family together, there were no microwaves to reheat your food whenever you want and go back to your room with it. But to them it just meant poverty. I went back to see Estela, my host mom in Pachaj, I was so happy to see her I got teary. We caught up on things and I told her what I'd been doing for the past 5 months since I last saw her. Her and Ingrid, my host sister, kept saying how much they wanted to come back with me to mi pais. Traeme en tu bolsa Leah! Aqui somos pobre. And all I can do is fight back tears, smile, shake my head, and say I hope one day it'll be possible.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
finca la florida
Thursday morning we got up late, bought mangos, made oatmeal, packed, got a taxi and took a bus to Colomba, 2h outside Xela. I was in charge of transportation and had been speaking with Esteban, the head of the ecotourism project of La Florida, for directions. In the bus to Colomba, we met a man who lived in San Marcos (not the lake, but the department), where there is a huge mine exploited by a Canadian company called Goldcorp that has caused hundreds of health, environmental, water, land, and human rights issues within the communities near the mine. He told us Guatemala has a lot of gold and minerals but doesn't have the resources, the equipment, to exploit their riches, so foreign companies come and do it, giving 1 to 2 % of their profit to the Guatemalan government while devastating communities. We also met a Peace Corps volunteer who was in her 10th month of service working in health for a community school project in San Miguel. We asked her about her experience working and volunteering with a cultural divide: she said some people want you there and are excited about your project and your presence, but others hate you, hate what you represent, don't think you're helping, and just want you to go back from whence you came. She advised for us to be prepared for such attitude from some people and to just learn to deal with it and limit our interactions with those persons. She also said most things move slowly and it's especially frustrating when women ask their husband's permission for anything, so she's learned a lot of patience. I wonder what cultural barriers I'll have to overcome and what obstacles are going to dot the way during my internship.
We got to Colomba and switched buses to El Paraiso, which means paradise. And indeed when we got there, it felt like a paradisiac place, with a perfect climate, wonderful smells, lush green and tropical birds. Esteban's son Gilmer came to walk us to the finca, a 45 minute walk from the bus stop. He was very friendly and talkative, and told us about the farm, what they grow and how they function. Here is their site, it's very informative and interesting, their story is incredible: fincalaflorida.org. I strongly encourage you to read their history, project, and general information. I had visited a finca with a my first Dragons trip in Guatemala, Finca Ixobel, but this finca was an entirely different world.
We got to the Casa Grande, the old farm house, which is the hospedaje, the inn, and met Rosaura, our host, and the Esteban's wife. The house has many dilapidated rooms. It smells like camp, that old wood renfermé scent that sparks your excitement and never fails to make me smile. Random huge doors lead into former kitchens or cafeterias that are now filled with wood for building and other types of storage. Wooden planks make up floor, ceilings, and stairs, and are creaky and rickety, half eaten or hanging loose. Bats have settled in one of the upstairs rooms. We slept on the upper level, our rooms giving onto a deck with a cute balustrade and a gorgeous view, overlooking the tree tops far into the horizon. The house reminded me of an old southern plantation house, with thin wood columns supporting it, white and green peeling paint, and straw mattresses completing the feel. We were the only visitors there.
What I liked most about our stay was that we got to eat our meals with different families from the community. For our first day, we had lunch and dinner at Dona Dominga's. She told us some of her story while cooking. She is originally from Huehuetenango and was orphaned at age 15, along with her 3 younger siblings, the youngest one was 2 years old. Her parents died 1 year apart, in 1990, in the heat of the war. Although she didn't say, the closeness of her parents' deaths, the date at which they died, and the fact that she's from Huehue makes me think that they died fighting or helping the guerrilla, but one can only guess. She and her siblings went to work on a farm near Colomba where they had relatives, and Dominga and her sister got married. Her sister now lives in the capital and seems to be relatively successful, the older brother now lives in the country probably in a farm somewhere or even in La Florida, and the youngest brother they haven't heard from in years, since he was 15. They don't know if he's alive or dead and the last they heard from him was that he wanted to move to Honduras because he wanted to get away from Guatemala, where he felt he had no connection because he has no parents. She pointed out that 5 years ago, phones didn't exist here so they couldn't keep in touch. In La Florida they barely have electricity too - they get more or less depending on how much it rained that day, but light bulbs are very weak and most people use candles. We cooked with her at dinner and had the best tipico ever. We spoke to 2 of her 6 daughters too: one is 15 and the other 19 but they are in the same grade (8th). They work in the fields and in their own beehive and go to school every monday, a 45 minute walk one way. The community just built an elementary school and their vision is to build a secondary school too, because many kids end up working instead of going to school because of the impracticality of the location. They thanked us profusely for being there, saying it meant alot to them to share with people from outside and to have visitors.
During the day, we met with Anastasio Diaz, the man in charge of the apiario, the beehive project. He brought us there, explained bee activity and showed us the bees in action, and showed us the honey making process, from bee to bottle. He also explained to us how the finca works. A junta directiva, or board of directors, appoints commissions of people to direct different divisions of the community (like health, education, women, etc) and give people trainings and workshops to do certain jobs, from working in the coffee fields to the beehive to being health promoters. People don't choose their job but if they don't like it they can ask to change. Everyone gets paid 30 quetzales per day, men and women alike as gender equality is a priority value at La Florida. The 40 or so poor landless families joined together to occupy and claim La Florida because it was state owned and on sale after its mismanagement by its owners led it to be withheld by Bancafe, the national bank. Before, these families worked in different fincas around Colomba and Quetzaltenango, had no land of their own, and earned 10 quetzales a day, or a 1.2 dollars more or less. Today they earn a little less than 4 dollars a day and they still live in dire condition - they barely have any electricity and their shelters are made of rusty tin sheets and wood - but as they say, at least they have land. Whenever the finca sells their product in Xela, the money goes to the community fund in their office and the profit goes to financing and maintaining their projects. The eco tourism project is pretty recent and has brought alot of benefits to the farm and the families, providing them with volunteers and money, and to the women, who value themselves more now and have gained in confidence.
Anastasio was such a sweet little old man who was so proud to show us his work and enthusiastic about our interest. When we got back to the casa grande, a man was working with bamboo on the porch. He was making wind chimes and showed us the tables and chairs he had made. He learne from a worshop given by an NGO and now he teaches others. He showed us that if you burn bamboo, the green color turns into a beige brown, draining the water and making it a lot stronger.
On Friday morning we had breakfast at Emiliana's and took a long walk with her to the coffee plants, the macadamia and banana trees, while she showed us medicinal plants along the way. Everything smelled so amazing, the contrast between the air in Xela and the finca was astounding. Emiliana was carrying her 6 month old baby on her back the whole time. We had lunch and dinner at Mariatelga's, she's a madre soltera, or single mom, of 6 kids, and is a health promoter within the community. It was such a unique opportunity to spend time with these people, they were so sweet, open, talkative, and genuinely happy to share their lives with us, an attitude toward foreigners that is generally not so easy to find in campesino Guatemala. It was really nice to visit this farm before settling into the urban life, and I'm always wowed by how much I learn from Guatemala every time I am here.
We got to Colomba and switched buses to El Paraiso, which means paradise. And indeed when we got there, it felt like a paradisiac place, with a perfect climate, wonderful smells, lush green and tropical birds. Esteban's son Gilmer came to walk us to the finca, a 45 minute walk from the bus stop. He was very friendly and talkative, and told us about the farm, what they grow and how they function. Here is their site, it's very informative and interesting, their story is incredible: fincalaflorida.org. I strongly encourage you to read their history, project, and general information. I had visited a finca with a my first Dragons trip in Guatemala, Finca Ixobel, but this finca was an entirely different world.
We got to the Casa Grande, the old farm house, which is the hospedaje, the inn, and met Rosaura, our host, and the Esteban's wife. The house has many dilapidated rooms. It smells like camp, that old wood renfermé scent that sparks your excitement and never fails to make me smile. Random huge doors lead into former kitchens or cafeterias that are now filled with wood for building and other types of storage. Wooden planks make up floor, ceilings, and stairs, and are creaky and rickety, half eaten or hanging loose. Bats have settled in one of the upstairs rooms. We slept on the upper level, our rooms giving onto a deck with a cute balustrade and a gorgeous view, overlooking the tree tops far into the horizon. The house reminded me of an old southern plantation house, with thin wood columns supporting it, white and green peeling paint, and straw mattresses completing the feel. We were the only visitors there.
What I liked most about our stay was that we got to eat our meals with different families from the community. For our first day, we had lunch and dinner at Dona Dominga's. She told us some of her story while cooking. She is originally from Huehuetenango and was orphaned at age 15, along with her 3 younger siblings, the youngest one was 2 years old. Her parents died 1 year apart, in 1990, in the heat of the war. Although she didn't say, the closeness of her parents' deaths, the date at which they died, and the fact that she's from Huehue makes me think that they died fighting or helping the guerrilla, but one can only guess. She and her siblings went to work on a farm near Colomba where they had relatives, and Dominga and her sister got married. Her sister now lives in the capital and seems to be relatively successful, the older brother now lives in the country probably in a farm somewhere or even in La Florida, and the youngest brother they haven't heard from in years, since he was 15. They don't know if he's alive or dead and the last they heard from him was that he wanted to move to Honduras because he wanted to get away from Guatemala, where he felt he had no connection because he has no parents. She pointed out that 5 years ago, phones didn't exist here so they couldn't keep in touch. In La Florida they barely have electricity too - they get more or less depending on how much it rained that day, but light bulbs are very weak and most people use candles. We cooked with her at dinner and had the best tipico ever. We spoke to 2 of her 6 daughters too: one is 15 and the other 19 but they are in the same grade (8th). They work in the fields and in their own beehive and go to school every monday, a 45 minute walk one way. The community just built an elementary school and their vision is to build a secondary school too, because many kids end up working instead of going to school because of the impracticality of the location. They thanked us profusely for being there, saying it meant alot to them to share with people from outside and to have visitors.
During the day, we met with Anastasio Diaz, the man in charge of the apiario, the beehive project. He brought us there, explained bee activity and showed us the bees in action, and showed us the honey making process, from bee to bottle. He also explained to us how the finca works. A junta directiva, or board of directors, appoints commissions of people to direct different divisions of the community (like health, education, women, etc) and give people trainings and workshops to do certain jobs, from working in the coffee fields to the beehive to being health promoters. People don't choose their job but if they don't like it they can ask to change. Everyone gets paid 30 quetzales per day, men and women alike as gender equality is a priority value at La Florida. The 40 or so poor landless families joined together to occupy and claim La Florida because it was state owned and on sale after its mismanagement by its owners led it to be withheld by Bancafe, the national bank. Before, these families worked in different fincas around Colomba and Quetzaltenango, had no land of their own, and earned 10 quetzales a day, or a 1.2 dollars more or less. Today they earn a little less than 4 dollars a day and they still live in dire condition - they barely have any electricity and their shelters are made of rusty tin sheets and wood - but as they say, at least they have land. Whenever the finca sells their product in Xela, the money goes to the community fund in their office and the profit goes to financing and maintaining their projects. The eco tourism project is pretty recent and has brought alot of benefits to the farm and the families, providing them with volunteers and money, and to the women, who value themselves more now and have gained in confidence.
Anastasio was such a sweet little old man who was so proud to show us his work and enthusiastic about our interest. When we got back to the casa grande, a man was working with bamboo on the porch. He was making wind chimes and showed us the tables and chairs he had made. He learne from a worshop given by an NGO and now he teaches others. He showed us that if you burn bamboo, the green color turns into a beige brown, draining the water and making it a lot stronger.
On Friday morning we had breakfast at Emiliana's and took a long walk with her to the coffee plants, the macadamia and banana trees, while she showed us medicinal plants along the way. Everything smelled so amazing, the contrast between the air in Xela and the finca was astounding. Emiliana was carrying her 6 month old baby on her back the whole time. We had lunch and dinner at Mariatelga's, she's a madre soltera, or single mom, of 6 kids, and is a health promoter within the community. It was such a unique opportunity to spend time with these people, they were so sweet, open, talkative, and genuinely happy to share their lives with us, an attitude toward foreigners that is generally not so easy to find in campesino Guatemala. It was really nice to visit this farm before settling into the urban life, and I'm always wowed by how much I learn from Guatemala every time I am here.
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