at 530am, i finally stopped hitting the snooze bar on my phone, got up, showered, and headed to parque centrale to see the many alfombra (multi colored carpets made from sawdust) and the processions. after photographing the church and alfombres, we met up with a few classmates and stepped into McDonalds to escape from the early morning chill with some hot chocolates.
after the first procession, we stopped by a chocolate shop/cafe and then to a flower shop on the way home. we bought bouquets for our abuela, who immediately arranged them in vases and stuck them on the top of the fridge.
connie, another DO student, joined us for a late breakfast at the globosinas choco-latte cafe. we chatted about a million things and forgot about studying.
lunch back at the house was cilantro and bean soup, egg-fried green beansand more tortillas.
after lunch, we played english/spanish word games with the kids for bubble yum and chocolate covered altoids.
we went back to parque central in the evening to attend a procession that was to include the kids from our host family. we parked ourselves back in the same choco-latte cafe and ordered drinks. tram spent her time journalling, and i tried to write an entry all in spanish… but i had not yet learned the past-tense, so it sounded ridiculous. afterwards, i broke out my verb flash cards for some much needed practice.
the crowd outside in parque centrale slowly grew until the parque and all the streets leading into it was filled with people standing shoulder to shoulder. street vendors waded through the masses, seling domino´s pizza by the slice, sodas, fresh fruit, water, ice cream, light up toys, candy floss, guatemalan sweets, and all sorts of other goodies. huge, brightly lit floats carried by hundreds of youths bounced by our cafe, creating a night spectacle that was reminicent of the rose parade, las vegas, and the disney electrical parade all rolled into one. i kept waiting for a giant catepillar to roll by.
while we sat at the cafe, a young guatemalan girl watched us and slyly took photos of us with her camera phone. i say ¨hola¨, she smiles and shys away. ¨como te llamas?¨nothing. she runs off, and comes back with a paper and pen. when we scribble in our journals, i see her watching us out of the corner of my eye. when i look up at her, she looks down at her paper and pretends to write on her scrap of paper. we eventually get a picture with her, and when the parade ends, we run off into the night, barely avoiding the rain storm that is coming.