I just got back from the market in San Fransisco.What a place.You wouldn,t believe it.I was jam packed and seemed to go on for ever through the narrow twisting streets up to the large square above the village and its large church.In the large square above was the animal market....cattle..sheep..goats...turkeys..pigs...chickens..cats...dog..rabbits etc etc..The animals all were attatched to their owners places by ropes...chickens and turkeys in baskets or string netting.Little puppies were attatched to poles with strings connected to their legs or like the cats in baskets...They went for cinco quetzales each.Judith would have been beside herself.
There was such a wide assortment of clothing , fabric...jewelry that it was difficult to know what to buy. I bought some scarves bags and jewelry for some of the young girls I used to work with and looked for some Guatemalan T shirts for the boys but couldn,t find anything suitable.We ate in the market...meat,sals,beans,rice all wrapped in babana leaves.It was delicious.
It was so crowded in places that you needed to sqeeze by people and we were constantly being warned by the teachers to be careful of thieves.One of the female students had her camera stolen.The bus ride back to Xela...or I should say bus rides as we needed to change buses,micro buses several times was equally crowded.
Last night I attended another poetry reading session as I feel compelled since my families son and nephew are participants but I can hardly understand anything.Nonetheless I often strike up conversations with others so get to preatice my spanish. My mind finds it diificult to come up with the appropriateverb abd tense at the same time and often..even though i should no it I find myself fumbling around for the correct arrangemnt.
It is quite chilly in Xela when the sun goes down.I am glad I brough my sweaters.
Tomorow I may go to some ruins in Hueyhuetenange.Sunday I have arranged to go on a hike.
Last night I had a really ood sleep.The cats were either preocupied elsehere or I slept right through their nonsence.
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