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huehuetenango is a busy, polluted city in the highlands of guatemala. ive been here a week and a half, with my buddy the g. scandal. going to school for spanish, studying my face off, eating good food(squash and garlic tomales, what!?) and hanging out at the orphanage wrestling herds of dusty boys and singing badly translated punk rock songs to sleepy babies. the family we're staying with is amazing. mom is a hilarious, scandalous lady with gold teeth, who rules the house with sass and grace. dad is a soft spoken psycologist, who reads the paper to me in the afternoons. maria is the oldest, she teaches us to salsa and laughs at my silly moves. shes married to a boy named gustavo, who quizzes me on geography. lourdes is the youngest. she burns us reggaeton CDs and listens to greenday, and loves my pop punk mixtapes. and on the weekends we put on our dancin shoes and go out to la discoteca. and i swear i wouldnt brag about shit that wasnt true, but we SCHOOLED that place. i mean we tore the club up. with the velocity of my ass shake and la duendita's enthusiasm and totally hot ground moves, we had crowds. i mean we had boys linin up to take us out to the floor. i dont think ive ever wilded out like that before. soo much fun.
things are good. im homesick for the NO like i knew id be. here is just about the opposite here of my life there. but in a good way. no stress or busyness is nice. get up at 6, eat breakfast, walk to school, study, walk to the orphanage, eat, study some more, sleep, etc. i wish i knew this city like i know that one. sometimes all i wanna do is go someplace by a river where i know no one will be, drink a beer and wax poetic. im feeling a need for some time alone, not just by myself in the city were everyone is sweating my weird looking gringa ass. and sure i miss my band. my tight bros. my swimmin pool and my punk rockpile.
things are good. im homesick for the NO like i knew id be. here is just about the opposite here of my life there. but in a good way. no stress or busyness is nice. get up at 6, eat breakfast, walk to school, study, walk to the orphanage, eat, study some more, sleep, etc. i wish i knew this city like i know that one. sometimes all i wanna do is go someplace by a river where i know no one will be, drink a beer and wax poetic. im feeling a need for some time alone, not just by myself in the city were everyone is sweating my weird looking gringa ass. and sure i miss my band. my tight bros. my swimmin pool and my punk rockpile.