Exhaustion
Very little happened today. I learned that Guatemala is under the worst storm disaster in many many years. People have died and towns are flooded. It seems that my previous few days of fun in the rain and much like my days of fun in the rain in Nashville, when that flooded. I’m not sure if I have shock that hits before events or what, but my reactions are never really on par with what they should be. (Edit: I met a doctor friend here who says that is normal. I shouldn’t worry.)
Rachel, Ali, Thy and I all met at Fernando’s for breakfast. We had all just discovered at the same time that Guatemala had just been through a big storm, some saying hurricane. Thy was remarkably calm, seeing as her boyfriend Ben was stuck somewhere in between El Salvador and Guatemala, pulling a bus out of some mud. Turns out he had spent the night in some Posada in the lowlands, no bathroom and no water. The bus was full on stuck, and the busdriver’s wife volunteered to find him a someone to drive him the rest of the way. As we sat over coffee and pancakes, and wondered how the heck we has escaped unscathed, Thy received a text from Ben. Read: “An apparently crucial bridge has collapsed. Whole country is screwed. X.” He was still on his way, three days late. That man loves his woman.
I think we were all in some weird shock warp. We decided to go to the market and buy fruit. I still hadn’t heard much about the surrounding towns, except that Colom was on the tele again and I thought that an awful lot of rain had fell. We were all still shook up from the volcano of a few days ago. It wasn’t till later when we had lunch at Rainbow that I think we all realized the impact of the rains. I was reading Prensa Libre, Rachel was looking for news on Xela, and Ali was still hoping to get her Cuban visa figured out. That’s when we realized that the country was truly, as Ben said, "screwed. x.” After discussion, Rachel decided to stay another night in Antigua and leave in the morning, once we knew if shuttles could pass through the roads. I suddenly felt like I needed to do something, but all I could do was run. We separated for the afternoon and met up later for dinner. The afternoon was exhausting. Dinner was at mono loco, because it was the only thing open. We followed it by Rainbow again, but I think we all just wanted to sleep. It was an early evening, as far as weekend nights go, and I passed out gratefully in a clean and dry bed.
Rachel, Ali, Thy and I all met at Fernando’s for breakfast. We had all just discovered at the same time that Guatemala had just been through a big storm, some saying hurricane. Thy was remarkably calm, seeing as her boyfriend Ben was stuck somewhere in between El Salvador and Guatemala, pulling a bus out of some mud. Turns out he had spent the night in some Posada in the lowlands, no bathroom and no water. The bus was full on stuck, and the busdriver’s wife volunteered to find him a someone to drive him the rest of the way. As we sat over coffee and pancakes, and wondered how the heck we has escaped unscathed, Thy received a text from Ben. Read: “An apparently crucial bridge has collapsed. Whole country is screwed. X.” He was still on his way, three days late. That man loves his woman.
I think we were all in some weird shock warp. We decided to go to the market and buy fruit. I still hadn’t heard much about the surrounding towns, except that Colom was on the tele again and I thought that an awful lot of rain had fell. We were all still shook up from the volcano of a few days ago. It wasn’t till later when we had lunch at Rainbow that I think we all realized the impact of the rains. I was reading Prensa Libre, Rachel was looking for news on Xela, and Ali was still hoping to get her Cuban visa figured out. That’s when we realized that the country was truly, as Ben said, "screwed. x.” After discussion, Rachel decided to stay another night in Antigua and leave in the morning, once we knew if shuttles could pass through the roads. I suddenly felt like I needed to do something, but all I could do was run. We separated for the afternoon and met up later for dinner. The afternoon was exhausting. Dinner was at mono loco, because it was the only thing open. We followed it by Rainbow again, but I think we all just wanted to sleep. It was an early evening, as far as weekend nights go, and I passed out gratefully in a clean and dry bed.
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