cociné comida tradicional de la India para mi familia con Shivani,
fui a Panorama, un restaurante más arriba en mi subida donde vivía,
miré mientras este maestro comió una abeja en frente de mis ojos,
pasé tiempo con mi familia mientras pude,
cené con mis maestras,
y lloré cuando tuve que decir adios a todos.
Ahora he tenido un poquito tiempo para procesar mi viaje completo. Desde que regresé a los EEUU haya tenido muchas instancias de olvidar mis palabras en inglés, y "choque cultural" ocurre muchas veces cada día. Noto mi mismo camina más lento, y no estoy tan preocupada como usual sobre todas las cosas que necesito hacer. Guatemala me infectó con un sentido de relajación. Ya les extraño a mi familia y todos mis amigos, y no puedo esperar regresar al país que me enseño disfrutar la vida completa. Cada momento, cada segundo, cada experiencia.
I've already arrived in the United States. My last week was as amazing as the others, if not more. After returning to Xela, I realized how much I missed my family, my teachers, the school, and all of Xela. I tried to experience the culture as much as I could for my last days. During that week I went (my last time) to La Parranda with my host mom, the club where I went every week to dance salsa with my teachers and other people from Xela. I climbed a volcano called Chicabal with a lake in the crater, I cooked traditional Indian food for my family with Shivani, I went to Panorama, a restaurant higher than my house on the hill where I lived, I danced my last dance class, I went to a village called Olintepeque near Xela, I helped some students with their homework through a social project of the school, I watched as this teacher ate a bee in front of my eyes, I spent time with my family while I could, I recited a poem for my graduation speech, and cried when I had to say goodbye to everyone.
I've already arrived in the United States. My last week was as amazing as the others, if not more. After returning to Xela, I realized how much I missed my family, my teachers, the school, and all of Xela. I tried to experience the culture as much as I could for my last days. During that week I went (my last time) to La Parranda with my host mom, the club where I went every week to dance salsa with my teachers and other people from Xela. I climbed a volcano called Chicabal with a lake in the crater, I cooked traditional Indian food for my family with Shivani, I went to Panorama, a restaurant higher than my house on the hill where I lived, I danced my last dance class, I went to a village called Olintepeque near Xela, I helped some students with their homework through a social project of the school, I watched as this teacher ate a bee in front of my eyes, I spent time with my family while I could, I recited a poem for my graduation speech, and cried when I had to say goodbye to everyone.
Now I've had a little time to process my entire trip. Since returning to the United States I have had many instances of forgetting my words in English, and "culture shock" occurs multiple times every day. I notice myself walking slower, and I'm not as worried as usual about all the things I need to do. Guatemala infected me with a sense of relaxation. I miss my family and all my friends, and I can not wait to return to the country that taught me to enjoy life completely. Every moment, every second, every experience.