I took this photo in Hawaii; I have not seen any roosters this handsome here yet. |
I usually try to stay in bed until around 8:00 a.m. Once I am up and dressed, the first thing I do is open up the house. Most houses here are made of cinder block with a corrugated metal roof. The house I am living in is well-built and has a solid, concrete roof. If a house has glass windows, most do not have screens. There is no air conditioning, so in order to get air to flow through the house, I have to open doors and windows in the front and back to create a draft.
standing on the roof looking west - Volcan Agua is on the right obscured by clouds |
After opening up the house, I fill a large measuring cup with water from a five gallon plastic bottle and then make coffee or tea using the purified water. The water here is unsafe to drink or to cook with due to high levels of bacteria from contaminated sources. Some newer homes and most upscale hotels and restaurants have their own purification systems, but the average residence does not. Thankfully you can purchase five gallon jugs of water at most grocery stores for just over $2 and there is also a home delivery service for convenience.
buying bottled water at Walmart |
By now it is 10:00 a.m. and time to settle into my writing routine. My goal is to write and publish either one blog post every other day (at minimum on Monday, Wednesday and Friday), or generate at least 2,000 words of content for the book I am writing.
After a few hours of writing, I take a break for a light lunch which is usually a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or a toasted ham and cheese sandwich with a piece of fresh fruit.
Now it is around 2:00 p.m. and, if I've accomplished my writing tasks for the day, then I switch to Spanish lessons. I studied Spanish for less than a year in college because, even though I wanted to master two foreign languages by the time I graduated, I was majoring in French (with a minor in English writing) and found that my brain could not handle three different linguistics studies at the same time. Since I will be traveling in Spanish-speaking countries for the next year, it makes sense to increase my vocabulary and listening comprehension and to improve my conversational skills.
I had thought it would be fun to attend language classes for non-native speakers, but there are no language schools near the town where I am living. So I am teaching myself using a variety of methods: using free apps like Duolingo; reading books like Fluent Forever or Spanish Short Stories for Beginners; doing free online lessons like Transparent Language or Living Language; watching free YouTube videos like the series from Professor Jason; watching or listening to Spanish-language movies, TV shows or music; and by conversing with locals whenever possible.
one of the hardest things to learn in Spanish |
Sometime between 6:00 and 7:00 p.m. I have finished my studies for the day and am ready for dinner. I love to cook and am trying to make typical Guatemalan foods. For now I'm sticking with simple dishes: black beans, rice, fried plantains, sauteed chard. Last week I made a big batch of each dish and have been enjoying the leftovers every night along with some type of meat (most recently, pan-seared pork steak).
a delicious homemade meal |
Around 10:00 -11:00 p.m. I drift off to sleep to the sound of barking dogs or caterwauling cats. This word, caterwauling, is one I don't think I've ever used before in my writing, but it is the only appropriate word in this situation. The first time I heard it I couldn't decide it it was a wounded animal or a baby crying. As it escalated from continuous low and high pitch yowls to hissing, growling and, eventually, a definitive and insistent MEOW, I realized it was definitely a feline(s). This caterwauling can easily go on for 20 or more minutes, or until a neighbor ventures outside and claps their hands loudly to shoo away the cats. It seems that no one ever tries to quiet the dogs, so that is another sound I have had to get used to or else wear earplugs if I want to get a good night's sleep.
an innocent-looking cat in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico |
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