Guatemala

Linnea Ashley on October 29th, 2005

(yes i´m a little bored) oct. 25, 2005 the water was ool -cold against the skin in the dusking sky. the copnay, a panamanian missionary eager to speak no matter how tortured my efforts of spanish. he asked where i was from -rather-if i was country kin (panamanian too). but alas my failed spanish betrayed […]

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Linnea Ashley on October 29th, 2005

the tourists are here…it is evidenced in very small ways that are very expensive. the launcha -the spot where the boat taxies wait to drive you to one of the other towns sit in front of a row of hotels and cafes. this morning i took a walk looking for shade and a place to […]

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Linnea Ashley on October 29th, 2005

i have a couple of short notes about the past few days but i keep forgetting to bring them with me. instead i´ll tell you about right now. right now i´m in flores, a cute city completely surrounded by the lake and reached only by a strip of road that leads to santa elena. it […]

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Linnea Ashley on October 25th, 2005

today was a battle. so much spanish so little time. and each day i hear so many words that sound familiar and i know i should know and deep deep somewhere in the recesses of my head i do but…alas they fail to appear when i need them most. even so, mi maestro es muy […]

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Linnea Ashley on October 24th, 2005

it is beautiful…the landscape…they sky…how all the buildings face the lake. the streets are steep. this is the rainy season and walking for us gringos poses a unique challenge that seems to escape the locals. they navigate with ease while we are clumsy and self conscious. spanish is coming along. my thoughts are still very […]

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Linnea Ashley on October 21st, 2005

i am packed…i think. i seem to get more and more lax each trip i take. before peace corps my friend kathy came over and packed for me. i don’t know why i couldn’t do it myself – i had all my stuff in a pile on the floor of the living room. but it had […]

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