DOA

Hiya,

Seriously, I'm like a foot taller than anyone else in this country (except for the Germans...Germans?)

So I got here after a flight which left at 3:25 AM. I had no requisite documents beyond my passport. But apparently Guatemala's immigration crisis is not quite as crisis-ey as that of the good ol' USA and they let me fill in a bunch of stuff illegibly and rushed me through customs. Suckers.

I went to a place called El Waffle (pronounced wah-flay) with this family that I'm living with. It was cool. They're cool. Except for one thing.

Which is why I need to tell you this anecdote:
So my little brother Jesse
(http://tinyurl.com/3bwu32)
was in a grocery store with my sister and my mom. They're having some boisterous conversation when suddenly Jesse jumps in and says, "Hey! Hey! We're in Spanishtown now! We have to speak Spanish!" My mom and sister both ask him why. He gestures around at an unusually high number of Mexicans in the store and makes an "isn't it obvious?" face.

What that has to do with me now. I feel like I'm in Spanishtown, what with this being Guatemala and all, but no one will speak Spanish with me. As I got off the plane and greeted the family I'm staying with they sort of idly asked if I understood Spanish. I sort of answered that I understood most of everything people say to me but it came off garbled. After this no one would speak to me in Spanish (including wife and kids who don't really speak English). I'm beginning to suspect that the male head of the household issued an edict that no one speak to me in Spanish out of a misguided desire to act in my best interests. Rough, because now everywhere we've been, I feel like I'm getting the Turista Treatment.

Whatever though, too early to be discouraged. At least Blogger seems to understand my wants and needs, as it is now operating En Espa~n~ol. I'm thinking of asking its hott, culturally sensitive, web-based self on a date.

After they let me take an hour nap on zero sleep, we went to Antigua. Antigua is very old and and apparently much friendlier than Guate City. I ate steak tacos. And it was good. I don't know when I start work, but I think it might be soon.

How are all (2.5) of you? Do you want presents? If you have requests and make them on my lame blog, I'm likely to reward you for reading it with presents. Zoe already asked me for a brown baby, but I think those are like one per family and my family already got the best-est one.
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Note: Not the old woman.

Other side note. The new M.I.A. (late for me to talk about it, I know) is pretty swole. It may have to be my faraway jam.

luvs and luvs,
-kevin