En Guatemala hablas similar la Guatemaletecas

The title is translated as, "In Guatemala speak like the Guatemalans." It has been the theme of my life lately as I study Spanish for four hours each morning and am now living in a host home where my survival is dependent on my ability to speak Spanish. For having had only seven Spanish classes so far, I feel I am doing rather well. I don't typically get a headache until I am finishing my homework late in the evening. I can say many awkward things about girls, such as, "Yo busco muchas chicas." And more depressing things like, "Mi no tengo una novia." Paula (my Spanish school partner) keep our teacher Mollie entertained by such statements as, "Corazion de Paula esta' negro."

Host homes are a grand adventure. David and I are staying in a home with a set of grandparents, parents, and two kids. The grandpa, Oscar, is an awesome hippy type, who used to have a huge beard in the 70's until he started working in a Nestle' factory, around ten years ago he quit working in the factory and has regrown an epic gray beard about a foot and a half long. He now makes jewelry in his shop above the house, which he can show us being worn on the cover of some of the premier Central American fashion magazines...yeah, he's pretty much total beast.

*I kinda got bogged down and haven't touched this for a week or two, so I'm just gonna try to finish it up*

Host homes involved different, but downright delicious food, some simple conversations that managed to touch on things such as the corruption of the Antiguan mayor...did you know that the best crack in Antigua is sold by the police? ...yeah, it made the drug dealer offering us pot everyday five feet from an officer make a bit more sense.

We stayed there for a week and half and finished up Spanish school. We just arrived at Seminario Biblio Guatemalteco...it's one of the main Bible schools in Guatemala, located in the center of the bustling and slightly sketch town of Chimaltenango...the college occupies a strip of about four city blocks. My dorm window happens to over look one of the main streets, which is wandered each morning around six o'clock by the milkman yelling "LECHE!!!" ...someday I may find some spoiled old leche to toss out the window on him. Anyways this week we are simply living on campus while doing ministry at a local school each day, a combination of teaching English, doing a VBS style presentation, and playing with the kids each day. Next week involves intensive classes and Michael jumping in front of a passing chicken bus after hearing all the school we're cramming into one week. Anyways, that's a quick update, adios.