And you think nothing can top machetes? Think again.

Concrete, machetes, what ever could be left to top this trip of wonder and awe—only 4 days in?

That would have to be driving into a non-tourist part of Guatemala City, watching Juan Carlos navigate the streets, and arriving at our final destination: a legit market that Andres didn’t even know existed. I bet you’re asking though, why exactly did Juan Carlos take us to the market for an unscheduled stop, after a long day of work? Continue reading

Concrete(ly) in my body

*Disclaimer: This is MUCH longer than most of my other posts.  It will take a while to read through.  If you were to print it out, it would be about 2 pages double-spaced. I’m going to post part two separately. 

Almost three weeks after the fact, about to reconstruct the day of concrete and cement, I looked in my journal today to see what I’d noted, in the hopes that it might jog my memory of the day.  What I found: nothing.   That evening I was in bed by 9 p.m. and asleep by 9:03; I was that wiped.  Why so tired?  Let me share.

When we arrived at 7 a.m., we came upon the workers mixing dry concrete into a large pile of sand that was about 15 feet wide and 4-5 feet high.  They’d place sand down, layer some concrete, then more sand.  The next step of the process involved turning the two together (with shovels) and then placing the mix into cone-like piles.  The 2 boys were immediately assigned this task.  Several of the girls and adults went up onto the roof to prep it for the foundation; they took bands of cloth/paper and stuck them into the holes in the roof so that there wouldn’t be any leaks later.  After the cone-like piles were finished, it was all mixed back together, into a large circle (about 18 feet in diameter, and 1-2 feet high), ready for the next step. Continue reading