Day 10
2/26
John pops his head in my room about 4:45 a.m. to say goodbye. I can’t sleep in, even if I try. I wake up at 8:00 a.m. even though I don’t have to. It’s a bright day. I take my time showering. I put on shorts for the first time during my stay here and go to the restaurant for breakfast. I forget that it’s a Continental Breakfast, so I try to make due with breads, cereal and yogurt. I stay away from the fruit.
I eat with Bob, George, Carolyn J., Kathy Gough, Marlene and John. Noreen, Tony and Jess join later. It’s like any other morning. We talk like we’ll see each other later, dealing with whatever COED has in store for us, not dwelling on the fact that we won’t see each other for a long time, if at all, after we finish breakfast.
I take a walk with John, Marlene and Kathy to a small artisan’s market. There is a neat wooden cross that John bought earlier. It shows a painted countryside, children and a school setting. How perfect for St. Albert School. I may buy it later. We say our goodbyes on the elevator and part ways.
Back in my room, I listen to a Guatemala City radio station in English with American easy listening pop songs and reorganize my suitcase, sorting out the souvenirs. I have thirteen minutes on a calling card and finally figure out how to get the operator to get it to work for me to call home. I talk to Maddie first. She’s excited to hear from me. We don’t cover much. Then, it’s Sam’s turn. I am surprised to hear how clearly he speaks and pronounces his words. He tells me about his birthday 45 days away. Becky comes on and tells my about her upcoming busy day today and how work is wearing her out. It’s not fair for her. I plan on calling in sick with food poisoning once I get home. Maybe then I can be of some help to them. The automated operator announces I have one more minute of call time left.
“Hurry home,” Becky tells me and we say goodbye.
It’s time to write. I take out my I-pod and sit in the corner and start. There’s a marching band somewhere outside. It’s a beautiful warm day. Writing in the hotel room isn’t working out, so I find the roof and a deserted small terrace off of the gym. It’s a great view and a perfect
John pops his head in my room about 4:45 a.m. to say goodbye. I can’t sleep in, even if I try. I wake up at 8:00 a.m. even though I don’t have to. It’s a bright day. I take my time showering. I put on shorts for the first time during my stay here and go to the restaurant for breakfast. I forget that it’s a Continental Breakfast, so I try to make due with breads, cereal and yogurt. I stay away from the fruit.
I eat with Bob, George, Carolyn J., Kathy Gough, Marlene and John. Noreen, Tony and Jess join later. It’s like any other morning. We talk like we’ll see each other later, dealing with whatever COED has in store for us, not dwelling on the fact that we won’t see each other for a long time, if at all, after we finish breakfast.
I take a walk with John, Marlene and Kathy to a small artisan’s market. There is a neat wooden cross that John bought earlier. It shows a painted countryside, children and a school setting. How perfect for St. Albert School. I may buy it later. We say our goodbyes on the elevator and part ways.
Back in my room, I listen to a Guatemala City radio station in English with American easy listening pop songs and reorganize my suitcase, sorting out the souvenirs. I have thirteen minutes on a calling card and finally figure out how to get the operator to get it to work for me to call home. I talk to Maddie first. She’s excited to hear from me. We don’t cover much. Then, it’s Sam’s turn. I am surprised to hear how clearly he speaks and pronounces his words. He tells me about his birthday 45 days away. Becky comes on and tells my about her upcoming busy day today and how work is wearing her out. It’s not fair for her. I plan on calling in sick with food poisoning once I get home. Maybe then I can be of some help to them. The automated operator announces I have one more minute of call time left.
“Hurry home,” Becky tells me and we say goodbye.
It’s time to write. I take out my I-pod and sit in the corner and start. There’s a marching band somewhere outside. It’s a beautiful warm day. Writing in the hotel room isn’t working out, so I find the roof and a deserted small terrace off of the gym. It’s a great view and a perfect
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