30 noviembre 2010-martes
Happy Birthday to my son, Alex! My big guy (literally- he’s 6’3”!) turned 22 years old yesterday…although my physical being is in Guatemala, I was with him in spirit.
So much to be thankful for this year….the opportunity to serve as a Peace Corps volunteer in this beautiful country of Guatemala which struggles valiantly to meet its citizens’ needs. Gracias for the rose-colored sunrise that greeted me on Thanksgiving Day as I headed to the mountain town of Nebaj. The fog hung about the waist of the distant mountains, their peaks piercing the mist…so similar to the scene in Puget Sound. Danke for the woven wool scarf wrapped about my neck as I gazed out on the frost-covered fields, bouncing along the highway in one of the many former American school buses that serve as the main transit for this country.
Merci beaucoup for the voicemail from my daughter, Michelle, and the cell phone technology that enabled me to speak with both my children this very first Thanksgiving away from them. I am indeed blessed to have raised my dear children and held them close throughout their childhood…only a few days ago my heartstrings were tugged deeply by the young woman at my muni office who beseechingly asked me to take her with me when I return to the U.S. For the past 10yrs she has not seen her own mother who fled to the U.S. to make a living, but paid a heavy price by leaving her daughter behind.
Maltiox (K’iche’ for thank you) to Peace Corps for granting vacation time so that I could meet up with fellow volunteers in the quaint town of Nebaj, where colorful red skirts graced their women. Staying at Popi’s hostal, run by Don, an American who has adopted Guatemala as his home, we were treated to a five-star Thanksgiving meal! Both Americans and Guatemalans broke bread together, sharing the warmth of this special day together.