momentary pause

So I have been in Oaxaca for about 2 and a half weeks now, and it has gone by so fast! At the same time, my time in Guatemala seems so far away. Lets see....3 weeks ago, I was returning to Xela from the farm with my friend, Julie. We had funny times with someone we met on the bus (he lived almost 20 years in L.A. and then got deported...imagine how difficult that would be!) and his friend who was from New York, but who owns a beer/soda stand in the garbage dump that is the bus station in Xela. I saw Ellia again, which was wonderful. I was sad to leave her, but not so sad to leave Guatemala.

I had a blurry trip back to Oaxaca via San Cristobal on Wednesday, April 5. I got here early Friday morning, and got violently ill on Friday night, with a fever that made me shake uncontrollably for like an hour straight. I couldn´t get out of bed until Sunday, when I decided that I could eat potatoes and that I wasn´t going to die after all.

The next week was Semana Santa, which means that everyone who lives in Mexico city is basically on vacation and travelling. There were a lot of people visiting here. I have to rush right now, but basically, I couldn´t start the volunteer work that week because of vacations, but I decided to get a job, so I went to a restaurant and got one. I am working at this place called Los Danzantes that I would never eat at because it´s expensive! I get payed really crappily, but it is an interesting experience. Temporarily, it´s ok. And right now, I´m late!!