Her name is Quinac (pronounced kee-nok):
And she's also a little bit of a pain in the butt, but at least she doesn't eat my stuff.
It's been really fun living here, and I'm glad I made the move. My coworkers are so sweet and I've bonded with them a lot. For some reason, everyone I work with just gets along so amazingly. We've all been spending a lot of time together, and actually we all just threw a big despedida (going away party) at our house last night for me, and three other intern/fellows that work with me and are leaving around the same time. It was a good time, and we had a smurf piñata!
Jealous? |
Three friends and I climbed the San Pedro Volcano yesterday, across the lake from Pana, and I don't think anyone adequately warned us about how insanely difficult it would be. If you read this blog all the way back from when I was in Ghana, you may remember this story, in which I describe my difficult journey up to the upper Wli waterfalls, even with an open motorcycle burn wound on my leg. Yesterday was even worse than that.
Sorry for the lame meme, but I kept thinking about this as I was climbing/(dying). |
We started the hike thinking it was going to be cake--people had told us that it only takes 3 hours. People are liars. That 3 hours only accounts for the time it takes to climb up, but not down. And that climb up was absolutely no joke. After about an hour, Krystyna and I were already considering turning around. We resorted to obnoxiously singing whatever random songs came to mind, making Santi tell us stories, and asking our guide random questions to take our minds off of how our legs were burning with intense pain and the altitude was slowly making our breathing heavier and more difficult. After a while of that, Krystyna and I started to lose it completely and were laughing hysterically at a story one of us made up that I can't remember, and after that, we kind of just went silent for a very long time, and couldn't take the hike anymore.
I was losing my mind because the guide kept changing his time estimate for how long it was going to take to get to the top. At first, we misunderstood him, and thought he said the whole trip would take four hours--two hours up and two hours down. I was alright with that, until we got to the two hour mark and he told us it was still two more hours to the top. I had managed to keep a sunny disposition for most of the hike up until this point, but when I heard it would be two more hours, I almost broke down in tears right then and there--but I figured we should keep going up and maybe it would be okay.
And it was okay, for about another 45 minutes or so. But all it took was for me to stub my toe, which then triggered a massive cramp in my calf, causing me to lose my balance, as well as start hyperventilating, and it was all over, folks. My diaphragm had a spasm so intense that I actually couldn't bring air into my lungs and I started gasping and wheezing and trying to get Krystyna's attention because I was at the caboose of our group, and she eventually heard me wheezing and came to help me. Eventually my attack subsided and I decided to keep going. We had gone too far to go back and I figured if I just went a bit slower I'd be fine.
My next breakdown came about an hour later when we started getting a little nearer to the top. Every time someone would say how much farther it was, it was always 15-20 more minutes. First, our guide told us 20 more min, I got so relieved, and then like 20 minutes later, we passed a group on their way down who said we still had another 20 minutes. Then, we got to a point where I was sure we were nearing the top, and Santi and Mallory were sitting there on a log, waiting for me and Krystyna to catch up, and Santi greeted us with, "Hey guys! We're so close! Only 15-20 more minutes!" I threw a little tantrum and threw my walking stick on the ground. I was so physically and mentally drained from fighting with myself in my head over whether or not I was actually capable of this, that even 15 more minutes seemed like an eternity.
As we neared the top even more, I started going at basically a snail's pace. I was completely left behind as the straggler of my group, and watched as two other groups behind us passed me with sympathetic looks on their faces. I just kind of sulked in their general direction as their relatively sweatless, non-miserable faces hopped along right past me along the trail, and I wondered what steroids they were on and where I could get some. (Truth is, they probably just exercise regularly, which is something I do not do.) I was then completely alone for a little while after they passed me, until I heard a police officer/park security guard behind me, asking me if I was alright. I tried to play it off for a while as if I was fine, just told him that I was having some difficulties but I'd be alright.
(Note: My mom finds this next part of the story hilarious, but it really wasn't that hilarious.) I started hyperventilating again, which then turned into dry-heaving. My body decided it had had enough and I needed to vomit. Once that whole episode was over, I just sat on the ground and started sobbing and the police officer, I'm not making this up, started backing away slowly from me with a frightened and confused look on his face. It seems he could handle whatever dangers the Guatemalan police force prepared him for, but a crying gringa was the only thing that terrified him. He eventually waited for his fellow officer to catch up with him, and told him that I was really sick and the other guy just looks at me and was like "it's only five more minutes to the top." They gave me an apple, and helped me to keep going, walking behind me saying things like "you can do it, Ana! You're almost there!" and (in a sing-song voice) "Ana, Ana, Ana, Anita bella." And then started distracting me by asking how to say different random words in English. Which made me smile. They were so kind to me. I honestly don't know if I could have made it the last stretch without them. This is the guy who found me, Guillermo:
I creeped this picture, so that I will always remember him as being this majestic. |
And of course the view from the top was gorgeous. Was it worth it? Probably not for just the view alone. Though it was amazing--one of those that photos can't do justice:
But I can't tell you how crazy it felt to even be up there, 9,900 feet high, and know that I had just done something that was so difficult for me. (I realize that this would have been much easier if I were better about exercising while I've been here...) But by the time I got back down to the bottom, I had spent the last 7 hours getting to know both sides of myself quite well--the side that resembles the little engine that could, and the side that tells me over and over that I'm not capable of this, and I should pack it in and quit because I just can't do it. But in the end, guess which side won? With the enormous help of my friends, and Guillermo, of course.
I think it was a good thing for me to do during my last week or so here. It was a huge accomplishment for me, and beat out the Wli waterfalls in Ghana by a longshot as the hardest thing I've ever done.
So now I have to leave this beautiful place in just 9 short days, and while a part of me is ready to go home, I'm also going to miss it here so much, as well as all my wonderful new friends I've made and become close with since I've been here. I feel like being here has been so good for me, and it just feel like I've grown into myself a little more, and become more confident in different aspects of my life.
For those of you who may not know yet, my next step is moving to Philadelphia, to be an AmeriCorps VISTA for a year with an organization that provides social services to low-income Latino communities around Philly. I'll be helping people who may have never had health insurance before navigate the Affordable Care Act as it's implemented in the coming months. I'm very excited--and nervous. But I think it'll be another great experience that I'll be able to learn a lot from, and keep practicing my Spanish!
If anything else exciting happens in my last days here, I can write another post, but for now I'm thinking this might be my last one for a while. I'm so grateful for all of you who have been reading! Love you all, and I'll see you back in the US! (Come visit me in Philly!)