OMG, OMG...rabbits. Happy Birthday, my love.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Happy Birthday, Rabbie!
Dear Rab,
Today I went to a birthday party for my friend’s two-year old nephew. This kid is so damn cute and he has the cutest curly hair ever. The whole time I thought of you, in between all the tortillas, cake and candy I was eating. On this great day, a Rab was born. But not just any rab because as we know rabbits like to get it on, therefore, there are quite a few out there. On July 7th, 1983, the cutest little Rab was born. Her parents nicknamed her Little although, Lord knows my Rab has always had some junk in the trunk (I say this with complete respect because you know we are both there together in this department. Can’t no one mess with these Nightingale hips…wut!). So this Rab, right? She’s the cutest thing ever, but her looks aren’t all she has going for her. It turns out she is the sweetest, most sensitive being out there. And yes, sometimes her annoying Bird of a sister just wants her to get it together and not be affected by everything but really I admire you for your sweetness and wish I could be more like you. You are the greatest friend and the best sister (although you have yet to send that package that I asked for over a month ago). I miss you with all my heart and wish I could be there for your birthday. I will be celebrating in your honor by going to the PC Office, listening to wonderful information sessions, practicing for a teacher training I have to give on Tuesday and probably getting scolded by my family for being a few minutes late. Oh, I will live it up on your day. : ) I love you, Rab. Happy Birthday. Enjoy the pictures. O. O. O.
Today I went to a birthday party for my friend’s two-year old nephew. This kid is so damn cute and he has the cutest curly hair ever. The whole time I thought of you, in between all the tortillas, cake and candy I was eating. On this great day, a Rab was born. But not just any rab because as we know rabbits like to get it on, therefore, there are quite a few out there. On July 7th, 1983, the cutest little Rab was born. Her parents nicknamed her Little although, Lord knows my Rab has always had some junk in the trunk (I say this with complete respect because you know we are both there together in this department. Can’t no one mess with these Nightingale hips…wut!). So this Rab, right? She’s the cutest thing ever, but her looks aren’t all she has going for her. It turns out she is the sweetest, most sensitive being out there. And yes, sometimes her annoying Bird of a sister just wants her to get it together and not be affected by everything but really I admire you for your sweetness and wish I could be more like you. You are the greatest friend and the best sister (although you have yet to send that package that I asked for over a month ago). I miss you with all my heart and wish I could be there for your birthday. I will be celebrating in your honor by going to the PC Office, listening to wonderful information sessions, practicing for a teacher training I have to give on Tuesday and probably getting scolded by my family for being a few minutes late. Oh, I will live it up on your day. : ) I love you, Rab. Happy Birthday. Enjoy the pictures. O. O. O.
Pinguino stars
Faithful readers, friends and family:
A message from Paulo Coelho. “If what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. And one can always come back. If what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you would find nothing on your return.” I had this quote awhile ago and I’m not really sure which Coelho book it’s from. Nonetheless, it reappeared when I started to read Bird by Angela Johnson once more. And the quote goes so well with Roy who gave me the book. No matter what, I know Roy is always there; is always a great friend and would never betray me. Of course there’s the fam (Mom, Dad, Rab, Bear and Phillip), although Phillip has a much more coy way of showing that he is there for you, at least that is what I will tell myself. And there are a few other close friends who my love for, I hope, goes without saying. So you think of a bright star as something beautiful, really far away but always there. But really stars are constantly dying, constantly being replaced, kind of like certain people in our lives. Yet as the quote says, if you come back and its not there, then it was not pure matter. And that is totally okay. Because those stars did shine in our lives if only for a few seconds and their beauty led the way for more beautiful stars to shine.
Before, whenever I would look up at the stars I would think about nothing and everything. I would think that I was free when I’d look at them, that nothing else mattered, just the stars, the wind and me. Because for as long as I can remember, the cold air has always done something to me, made me feel invincible and invisible. I remember lying down in the backseat of the beige Taurus and looking out the half-rolled down window and starring at the stars, the trees and houses to try to figure out where exactly we were in Aurora. Since I hardly ever ride in a car anymore, I don’t try to find my way back home as much as I miss it. When I look up at the stars, I think about how far away I am from my family. I think about my brother and realize that he will soon be looking up at a different sky. And I hope that when he looks up at those stars that he will think of me and the rest of the family and how much we love him.
A message from Paulo Coelho. “If what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. And one can always come back. If what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you would find nothing on your return.” I had this quote awhile ago and I’m not really sure which Coelho book it’s from. Nonetheless, it reappeared when I started to read Bird by Angela Johnson once more. And the quote goes so well with Roy who gave me the book. No matter what, I know Roy is always there; is always a great friend and would never betray me. Of course there’s the fam (Mom, Dad, Rab, Bear and Phillip), although Phillip has a much more coy way of showing that he is there for you, at least that is what I will tell myself. And there are a few other close friends who my love for, I hope, goes without saying. So you think of a bright star as something beautiful, really far away but always there. But really stars are constantly dying, constantly being replaced, kind of like certain people in our lives. Yet as the quote says, if you come back and its not there, then it was not pure matter. And that is totally okay. Because those stars did shine in our lives if only for a few seconds and their beauty led the way for more beautiful stars to shine.
Before, whenever I would look up at the stars I would think about nothing and everything. I would think that I was free when I’d look at them, that nothing else mattered, just the stars, the wind and me. Because for as long as I can remember, the cold air has always done something to me, made me feel invincible and invisible. I remember lying down in the backseat of the beige Taurus and looking out the half-rolled down window and starring at the stars, the trees and houses to try to figure out where exactly we were in Aurora. Since I hardly ever ride in a car anymore, I don’t try to find my way back home as much as I miss it. When I look up at the stars, I think about how far away I am from my family. I think about my brother and realize that he will soon be looking up at a different sky. And I hope that when he looks up at those stars that he will think of me and the rest of the family and how much we love him.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Destiny Day
Pues…this Wednesday we found out where we would be living for the next two years. We were all damn excited and nervous, sitting around in a circle smiling like big dopes. Our APCD dragged it out as much as he can before actually telling us. I won’t say the actual name of my site here in case the unthinkable happens and someone reads this blog and tries to stalk me but I will say that my site is an aldea, equal to a village in the US let’s say, in the department of Huehuetenango. I am only a few kilometers from the cabezera (department capital) and am located near the Interamerican Highway. Roadtrip anyone? Bear? The aldea, according to my APCD is semi rural and a mix of ladino and indigenous, mainly ladino, with about 8,000 people. The climate is cold and I’ll be surrounded by mountains. However, Guatemala cold is not cold, at least I think not. Other PCTs were freaking out about having cold climates but I’m thinking, “Bring it on. I’m from the Chicago area. I love the snow. But not so much driving in it.” Since I’m not allowed to drive nor does it snow here, I will be just fine. Other tid bits about my aldea include the fact that the economy is agriculture-based and the main crop is corn. So…I am back in Illinois. Woohoo! There’s also a luxury hotel and a few NGOs in the area. I’m not going to lie, at first, I didn’t like the idea of being so far out, with a department boarding Mexico, but after looking over my information more thoroughly, I am pretty happy. In a few weeks, I will be visiting my site for the first time and I will have to look for housing. Then in less than a month I will be swearing in as a volunteer and I’m off to my site for…2 years! I will definitely miss my training town though. Today I celebrated with a delicious American meal of a hamburger and fries with Carmen while watching Germany beat Turkey in the EuroCup. It was so good but made me so sleepy for some reason. A couple of trainees went to grab some drinks and I had to back out within 15 minutes of getting there because I couldn’t stop yawning.
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