Michelle Martin and Abbey Martin stayed with us for two weeks, from March 13 - 27. Abbey was a former short-term volunteer who spent three months in Guatemala last year.
We took the girls to visit nearby Lake Amatitlan where we rode cable cars to the top of the mountain.
At the top, Charlie and Ben played a game of chess with this giant set. I believe the game ended in a stalemate.
Last Saturday we also visited a rodeo held in a nearby arena. Pictured -from L to R - are Marlana (current short-term volunteer), Carol (a Guatemalan friend), Abbey, and Michelle. The bleachers were rickety and rusted...and very uncomfortable.
It was unlike any rodeo we'd attended in the States. Our tickets gave a start time of 4:00 p.m. We arrived around 5:00, but nothing happened until 6:00. We saw exactly one horse the entire evening. The only event was bull riding, which was cool, but there were such long pauses between each rider that it got boring. The rodeo appeared to be an excuse for many in the audience to get drunk. The couple beside us drank a six pack each. One tipsy lady behind us kept getting up and dancing on the bleacher seats in her high heals; I kept waiting for her to fall off, but somehow she managed to keep her balance. All in all, we were not too impressed with Guatemalan "professional" rodeo, and we left early.
Michelle Martin and Abbey Martin stayed with us for two weeks, from March 13 - 27. Abbey was a former short-term volunteer who spent three months in Guatemala last year.
We took the girls to visit nearby Lake Amatitlan where we rode cable cars to the top of the mountain.
At the top, Charlie and Ben played a game of chess with this giant set. I believe the game ended in a stalemate.
Last Saturday we also visited a rodeo held in a nearby arena. Pictured -from L to R - are Marlana (current short-term volunteer), Carol (a Guatemalan friend), Abbey, and Michelle. The bleachers were rickety and rusted...and very uncomfortable.
It was unlike any rodeo we'd attended in the States. Our tickets gave a start time of 4:00 p.m. We arrived around 5:00, but nothing happened until 6:00. We saw exactly one horse the entire evening. The only event was bull riding, which was cool, but there were such long pauses between each rider that it got boring. The rodeo appeared to be an excuse for many in the audience to get drunk. The couple beside us drank a six pack each. One tipsy lady behind us kept getting up and dancing on the bleacher seats in her high heals; I kept waiting for her to fall off, but somehow she managed to keep her balance. All in all, we were not too impressed with Guatemalan "professional" rodeo, and we left early.
No comments:
Post a Comment