Happy Holidays! - 11/25/06

We received several e-mails and MySpace comments wishing us a Happy Thanks-giving and a Happy Holiday Season! Thank you to everyone who remembered us, we love getting comments and e-mails—they are our connection to home Thanks mom for the cards, we laughed, our neighbors laughed, everyone who reads them laughs Thanks also to Auntie Reda and Uncle Marv who also sent a funny card and a wonderful and unexpected package to help get us into the Holiday Season. Auntie Reda, the candles are soo cute and I used them to decorate for our Thanksgiving meal

Yes, Nathan and I did celebrate Thanksgiving with all of our brothers and sisters living in the States. Turkey isn’t popular here, so I roasted a chicken. It’s not that there aren’t turkeys around here, there are plenty of wild turkey. But, they look more like peacocks than those big, ugly, loud, brown American turkeys. And who wants to shoot a peacock? I think that’s probably why turkey isn’t a popular dinner food. Anyway, I roasted a chicken, made mashed potatoes, Beans ala Warner, stuffing, gravy, biscuits, and even a pumpkin pie Yes I MADE A PUMPKIN PIE I have never even watched someone make a pie before, and I made one That means I made the crust people, does anyone understand how amazing that is? What’s even more amazing is that it was good The pie was perfect, the crust was moist and flaky- I can bake, without fancy baking tools like a “pastry cutter ” Hey, I know what a pastry cutter is Wow, who new?

As most of you would probably guess, Belize did not celebrate Thanksgiving this past Thursday. What you probably wouldn’t guess, is that Belize actually does celebrate Thanksgiving on the first Sunday in November; although I do not know what they are observing on their Thanksgiving Day. I have asked a few people what they celebrate on Thanksgiving and they mostly say, “It’s a day to give thanks ” Oh okay, now I get it, sorry, the name completely threw me off there…Thanksgiving was observed in Blue Creek on November 5th and it was celebrated in the Fellowship Hall directly following the normal church service. Apparently, no one eats Thanksgiving dinner in their own homes with their family, the entire community celebrates together. I think this is a wonderful idea, but there are very few communities where you could actually pull this off. I have not lived in too many places where the entire community can fit into one church. Besides, the Blue Creek Family Tree only comes from 3 or 4 different roots and the branches are slowly but surely marrying into one tree, so it makes sense for the entire community to celebrate this historically family holiday together.

Halloween also passed without anyone in Blue Creek taking much notice. Apparently Mennonites do not celebrate Halloween, since they believe it to be “Satan’s Holiday.” Mom sent a great package around Halloween with a nice card with carved pumpkins on the front. Our company would see the card and ask if we celebrate Halloween at home. I enjoyed their reactions when I replied, “Of course ” Most of them do not believe “good Christians” should celebrate Halloween. That’s when I would proudly pull up the picture Lindsay (our sis-in-law) sent of our niece, Jocelyn, in her baby blue gorilla costume Look how cute Halloween can be? How could there be anything wrong with a day when a child can look this adorable? It didn’t really seem to soften any hearts over here, but I sure enjoyed this little picture of home

Although Blue Creek does not observe Halloween, that didn’t prevent us from having our dinner interrupted by one lone group of “trick-or-treaters.” I put that in quotes because these were the laziest trick-or-treaters I have ever seen. They didn’t even take the time to dress in costumes but they still expected a treat Someone needs to sit these kids down and have a serious talk about taking pride in your work. Anyway, Nathan answered the door and there were 4 giggling high school and junior high boys singing, “Trick or treat, smell my feet give me something good to eat Make it big, not too small, about the size of Montreal ” Oh yes, that’s right, we are surrounded by Canadian Belizeans, just when I had almost forgotten We didn’t have any candy on-hand but we were enjoying a wonderful tropical fruit salad with papaya, apples, apple bananas, and mandarins. Each of the boys got a big spoonful of “God’s candy”—shockingly, they ate it, shouted their “thank yous” and moved on.

So here we go, the Holiday Season is in full swing and we are finally experiencing what locals calls a “cold front.” The other day it was 14 degrees Celsius in the morning, which means it was about 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Everyone is wearing pants and long sleeves and a few of them have even put on gloves and scarves While some of you laugh at this, I should probably admit that Nathan and I are pretty chilly too. We borrowed an extra heavy blanket from a friend because we were shivering in our sleep and we have been wearing long sleeves all week. In our defense, I think the humidity here makes the temperature feel cooler just as it makes it feel hotter on warm days. I also think it makes my vision a little funny, because on our way home from the restaurant the other night, I saw a home, surrounded by palm trees, decorated in icicle lights…could someone please send me contacts, cuz that just can’t be right…

Chan Chich - 11/19/06

Chan Chich is a lodge between our town and the Guatemalan border. It is set in the jungle, directly on the site of a Mayan Ruin. This is a world-class resort catering to anyone who wants to explore the jungle of Central America in luxurious accommodations. We are fortunate enough that our friend Abe is friends with the American couple who own the place. It is set about an hour back into the bush along a private road. There are two checkpoints you have to drive through – you cannot pass without permission. It seems there are many hoity-toity guests who don’t want their birdwatching or jaguar sightseeing to be disturbed by those darned locals.

The lodge has nine miles of trails surrounding it – cleared paths through rainforest canopy with jungle growth covering large mounds that once served as the downtown buildings in a Mayan city. You drive between two small, grass-covered pyramids when you enter the lodge grounds. The parking lot is alongside a steep, grassy temple complex extending the length of the parking area and main lodge building. There is a trail alongside the back of that particular structure allowing you to climb to the top, sit on the little park bench, and enjoy the view of the resort grounds and surrounding wildlife.

Abundant wildlife. I don’t even know how many deer and turkeys we saw on the way in. The turkeys were all over the resort, too. They have no fear of people, so we could have easily thrown one into the back of the car for our Thanksgiving meal. They’re crazy looking, too. They look like a cross between an ugly, brown North American turkey and a peacock. I didn’t realize holiday birds could come in such vibrant colors. Perhaps we need to make use of these animals by creating another holiday between Thanksgiving and Christmas that calls for a turkey dinner and festive holiday colors…

There were a lot of spider monkeys, too. They’re not too concerned with being discreet and avoiding predators. Let’s just say they would make really bad ninjas. We were just walking around the trail and they start crashing though the treetops, leaves showering down as the branches snap and crack above our heads. Our friend Hilda warned us not to get too close, as the angry-monkey-throwing-poo image is not just a myth. I wasn’t about to test that.

Most of the tombs had been raided long before the place was mapped, excavated, and a resort built on the plaza. There was a single king’s tomb in the ground however that was uncovered recently, with a mummy, jade, and various Mayan artifacts still intact. The actual temples and pyramids had been opened up and emptied, though. It was strange to walk into the hollowed-out sections of the pyramids. They were colder than I imagined possible in such a humid environment. Melissa reminded me of the famous Tomb Raider character Lara Croft – just waltzing into an open pyramid like it was her business, ready to take any treasure she could find. A fascinating place, though.

The owners of the resort told our friend Abe that we could bring our swimsuits and take advantage of the pool house. It actually wasn’t warm enough for that, though. During the dry season here, we will occasionally have cold fronts from Mexico called Northers that will bring cold air for several days in a row before becoming hot and humid again. The pool house was gorgeous, though. It ran along the side of a long, grassy mound that could have been either the ballcourt or oratory of the Mayan community. The pool house was a giant screened-in garden with lush, tropical plants all along the wall and surrounding the raised hot tub. Beautiful!

Afterward, we had faspa – a daily Mennonite tradition comparable to the English “Tea Time,” with coffee and muffins. The coffee at the resort was free, strong, and thick. I can’t believe we live so close to this place! My aunt and uncle are coming down for Christmas. She has a background in horticulture and wants to see the flora and fauna of Belize – can’t wait to take them there. My uncle is also a farmer, so I think he’ll appreciate the Gallon Jug estate we drive through – where all the coffee in Belize is grown. It was glorious…

Love and miss you all – hope to hear from you soon and that you had a Happy Thanksgiving!

I'm a cowboy, baby! - 10/10/06

So, what happened with the indentured labor, you may be asking yourself? Yes, I was auctioned off and forced to work for my student's father - who also happened to be one of the members of the school board. So much for a restful Saturday! It was supposed to be tomorrow, but he moved it up one week.

It was a hard day on the ranch in Belize, but now I know what a farmer's life is actually like here in Blue Creek. It was an incredibly educational experience - the teacher has now become the student. We went to his ranch where the horses were kept to mount up.

I would like to take this opportunity to quickly describe my last experience on a horse. I was ten. The horse wasn't trained. I was at a ranch in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. The horse was a jerk and hated kids. As we rode off, the horse thought it would be a funny little joke to take off at full gallop toward the freeway with a kid screaming like a little girl on its back. I didn't think it was quite as funny. I tried to pull back on the reins with all of the strength and authority of a ten-year-old, but you can imagine how effective that was. I'm sure the horse felt only a little tickle against its neck. It wasn't until two ranch hands rode up on either side of me and grabbed the reins that the horse even thought about slowing down.

So, we got to go horseback riding on Saturday! They asked me, "Do you want to ride Lightning, Clown, Pochorro, or Male Horse?"
"What's the difference?"
"Lightning was a race horse and likes to take off sometimes, but can go really fast, Clown isn't broken in completely (how exciting!), Pochorro is about 3 feet tall, slow, lazy, and old, and Male Horse is short but obedient."
"I'll take Male Horse."

I got on the horse and learned an important lesson you can't get from an after-school special and that they didn't clearly explain to me before I got on. When you squeeze the horse with your legs, he goes forward, when you pull on the reins, he stops, and if you keep pulling, he backs up. I got on, and was worried about falling off, so I squeezed him tightly with my legs. That told him to move fast, but I didn't know that. So I'm yanking on the reins, trying to get him to stop lunging forward, and the horse is getting mixed signals from me so it's getting stressed, then I'm getting stressed, and their ranch hand is getting stressed because he's still holdng the lead at this point. Finally, Ernest, my student, told me to relax my legs. DUH!

That was the only excitement, the horse was great from then on. We rode around his land, toward the edge of rainforest canopy, around small, lush rolling hills with streams running throughout, and through the pastures where the jungle growth was already trying to reclaim the grassland. The scenery was stunning.

Afterward, we went to Circle R, the local rice mill/feed shop for coke with all the other cowboys. We drank soda, then toured around a bit, then went home for a heavy lunch. We were going to go fishing, but were rained out, so we drove around some more - out toward Three Corners, where the borders of Guatemala, Mexico, and Belize all come together. We were about three miles from there before we turned around, went to the store for some ice cream, and then sat around and talked with some other farmers again. Man, was I pooped! Being a cowboy is hard work.

That evening, Melissa and I were invited back to their house for a big barbecue. It was such a relaxing day! And now I finally know how hard the cowboys and farmers work around here. Whew! I'm tired again just thinking about it.

Monday brought about the daily grind again, but I am still loving my job and I think my kids are just great. We're having a good quarter so far. And, Melissa and I have Sirius again! I couldn't be any more excited about that (thank you Lynda!). Now we can listen to news about home, and stay updated on music and the shallow, meaningless entertainment news that defines our culture and that we all love and enjoy. Yay America! *waving flag*

Anyway, I miss so many of you. I would love to hear a comment from you or an email or something like that. Before Christmas we should have the internet at home and can communicate regularly with everyone again. Until then, let me know how your lives are! Love you tons and I'll talk at ya soon!

Pictures! - 11/17/06

We hope you all enjoy these!

Money Matters- 11/16/06

Alright this is something we are just going to put out there for everyone’s information. We aren’t soliciting for money in any way, but Christmas is coming, and in the past we have received checks as gifts from family, so we wanted everyone to be familiar with how best to send us money during this Holiday Season.

So far we have received several checks from friends and family and we have appreciated them very much. However, dealing with checks is a bit frustrating here, as the good ol’ Blue Creek Credit Union isn’t an actual legitimate Credit Union at all, but more of a “Mennonite Money Storage and Supplier,” so it took them two months to verify funds on our last check and deposit the money into our “account.” If you have already sent us checks for Christmas, thank you so much for thinking of us, don’t think it will go unappreciated. It will just mean we can have a little extra money when Valentine’s Day rolls around!

I asked the manager of the “Credit Union” if we could deposit Cashier’s Checks for guaranteed cash, but they did not know what a Cashier’s Check or Money Order was. After explaining to her what it was, she calmly explained it would still have to go through the regular verification process. For those of you who just have to know, this means the check goes from Blue Creek to Orange Walk, Belize. From there it is shipped up to Canada-yes, Canada- and then, to whichever state in the US the check is originally from, before clearing your account and being verified by the Canadian bank and deposited to the bank in Orange Walk. Then, someone from Blue Creek has to travel to Orange Walk and look at the deposit receipts to see if our deposit is on it, then we get our money. Oh yeah, that’s not a frustrating process at all. In the end, your check has traveled more than the Israelites, who wandered in the desert for 40 years.

The best ways we know to receive money are three ways that seem risky, but really are the most convenient for us. One, is to send a check, but leave the “to” line blank. That way we can just write it over to one of the 30 businessmen in Blue Creek who go to the States every month—they will give us cash for it and they will deposit it in their own account on their own time. But knowing everything that is involved, I wouldn’t want my checks traveling all over the world. So, the other way is to send a Traveler’s Check-- also not written out to anyone. This way we can just cash it at the “Credit Union.” But, if it’s written out to us, for some reason, it would have to go through that silly verification process. Don’t ask me why, I know that doesn’t make sense, but remember, it’s not a real bank. Finally, the last way to bless us this Holiday season with a gift of money is to just send cash. I know, I know, this is sooo risky as cards are often opened in Belize, just for the sole purpose of checking for money. However, if you were to send it disguised somehow- Auntie Reda and Mom have proven they are very good at this- it may work. Plus, we have gotten many cards and none of them seem to have been opened at all.

It feels a little odd to be writing so forwardly about money, it seems so presumptuous, but I just thought it was an important base to cover. Everyone has continued to be so supportive of us through e-mails, packages, cards, comments on our blog, and letters. We appreciate each word from home. Even though we are having an amazing time here, we miss each of you!

Rantings of a Former JPO - 11/5/06

Hey! This blog is for all you guys I worked with back in Idaho. Brian, Skye, Kathy, Denise, Gabe, Chad, Kathi Jo, Lois, Jennifer, Amanda—and whoever else is reading my blog but hasn’t sent me any email or comments yet. I MISS YOU GUYS!! I am loving life here, and I like going into work every day at 10:45; but lately I have been missing my old life as a JPO in good old Idaho! I don’t know who all out there is reading our blog, but I would really like to hear from you if you are. Let me know how things are going and let me know what you think of my new life out here. Send me pictures, comments, whatever, so I won’t miss you all so much! Also, don’t be shy, forward my blog address to anyone you think may like to read it, I would love to hear from any one of my old co-workers, colleagues, boss (hint, hint) - anyone! Even though I am enjoying my time here, I miss familiar and friendly faces and would love a word now and then.

I hope you all haven't forgotten me so easily!

I'm Baltic Avenue! - 10/28/06

So, you may or may not have noticed the fund raiser information on the left of our blog. So far we have had two events to raise funds for the senior trip to the cayes. The first was an incredibly successful community movie night, where we projected the movie “Robots” onto the side of a truck and served dinner to the whole community. Last night, we had a talent show/auction that was wildly successful.

Each student going on the trip and any volunteering community member had to perform a talent, with Melissa and myself acting as emcees for the event. Maria worked concessions with some other students. Between each talent segment, a couple students would be auctioned off to the highest bidder for 8 hours of work on one of the next two Saturdays. Melissa, Maria, and I were also up for bid. I was so worried that my students would wise up and pool their cash, buy me, and make me their slave for a whole Saturday.

Then, the day before the auction, they also figured that out. One of my students said to me in class, “I’m going to buy you and make you spend 8 hours building fence at our farm, then you can finally see how hard our cowboys work!!”
“Um, I never said your cowboys didn’t work hard, Mr. Defensive. I didn’t even know you had cowboys. Calm down.” That whole day my students tried to come up with money and ideas for the work they could have me do. I never prayed so hard…

I was one of the first two people to be auctioned off. The minimum bid was $30 – a pretty good deal for 8 hours worth of labor on any project. I went for $60. Not bad! I went for double the minimum bid! The student auctioned off before me went for $65, purchased by her boss who will make her work anyway. One of my students’ fathers bought me. He owns a farm. I don’t know what I’ll be doing – tutoring their son or kickin’ cow pies all day. I tried to emphasize my talents before the bidding began – I told them I could herd Junior High students and, if you need me to, I can hunt for you with my two guns – at which point I flexed both biceps and kissed them gently. I still only went for $60. I think I need to work out more.

As the night wore on, the bids got higher and higher – the opposite of what I expected. The second to last girl was auctioned off for more than $400. The very last senior girl was auctioned off for $825. Are you kidding? $825? If this were monopoly, those two girls would have been Boardwalk and Park Place. I was one of the lowest bids. I WAS BALTIC AVENUE! Dear Lord, I’m Baltic Avenue! Melissa broke the $200 mark, so she’s one of the high-end yellow properties on the board or maybe one of the green ones. I’m the purple pit stop past Go…

The highlight of the evening was that we probably won't have to run another fundraiser. With the profits from concessions (which was 100% profit since everything was donated) and what we made from the auction, the grand total was $3,780.75. God is so cool! The lowlight of the evening was when two of my students, bless 'em, decided to tell blonde jokes from the internet as their talent. "Why wouldn't a blonde make a good cowboy? Because she can't keep two calves together!" Seriously? Is that my student? I tried my hardest not to react so the crowd wouldn't catch on to how inappropriate the joke was.

It was so much fun though, and the crowd loved it. I had so many students’ parents come up to me and say, “I should have bid on you!” One mom wanted to buy me and give me the day off. She was going to have me ride horses with her son all day. That would have been cool. And it would have increased my final sale price…

The Caye to Our Hearts - 10/23/06

Okay, for those of you who were wondering, the word “caye” sounds exactly like the word “key.”

Melissa and I made a break for Caye Caulker since we had a four-day weekend. She and I broke our backs during the week to get all of my exams graded and recorded by Thursday night so that Friday morning I could record grades and get report cards ready for Tuesday. It was successful! Friday afternoon we drove to Belize City to catch a water taxi to the cayes.
Thank you God for this beautiful country! And for the relaxing weekend. It was instantly rejuvenating. Even the 30 minute ride on the boat was just fun! Melissa, Maria and I took turns facing the wind and relaxing our mouths – letting the wind blow through our lips and make them flap like a hummingbird’s wings. The locals sitting around us pretended not to notice, but they were laughing at the overworked teachers on vacation.

When we got there, a golf cart from one of the hostels was by the pier looking for potential tenants. We decided to take advantage of the ride and opportunity to learn more about the island. The woman driving the cart heard we were teachers from Belize and proceeded to tell us of the school they just built on the island and their desperate search for teachers. I think the three of us nearly soiled our shorts at the same time. Teaching on a tropical island! Dare we dream?

That was right before she also told us that the teachers aren’t paid anything – it’s a volunteer position and the books and other materials are hard to come by. Most teachers there take the water taxi every day to San Pedro on Ambergris Caye to teach at the Island Academy there. Oh well. And just about the time that dream died, so did the motor of the golf cart. From that point on, we Fred-Flinstoned the cart along the path – each of us stuck a leg out the side and kicked it along as our “guide” steered us through the island. It was funny.

Once we chose our hotel (nicest room on the island – thank you Maria for your bargaining powers) we spent the rest of the time swimming and relaxing in the sun. We were a little surprised that there isn’t really a long stretch of beach on the entire caye. There were many sandy spots that allow you to walk into the water, but they’re next to a restaurant or hotel, so not very popular for sunbathing or swimming.

There is a spot on the island called “the split” where everyone swims. It seems the last hurricane that came through literally split the island in half, and the section that was blown away became a great swimming spot with a sandy bottom and some decent snorkeling. Melissa and I rented snorkel gear and swam out there, looking at fish, conch shells with giant hermit crabs, giant starfish, shark rays, urchins … your typical Caribbean underwater life. It was so shallow for so long that we were a scary distance from the shore and could still swim to the bottom of the water to pick up seashells.

It was just so nice relaxing for the few days we were there. We had good coffee, good food, and good company (a couple other teachers with their families came for Saturday and Sunday). It’s not as expensive as the popular Ambergris Caye directly north of Caye Caulker. Though San Pedro on Ambergris has a longer beach, Caye Caulker was the destination for many locals to enjoy the Caribbean culture. It was fun, too, when people asked us where we’re from. “Orange Walk.” Yup. We’re locals. Though, Melissa’s the only one with the skin tone to make it believable….

So, unless we join the pastor and his family next month for a day trip to Goff’s Caye, we won’t go back until December when my Auntie Moe and Uncle Max come down for Christmas. Anyone else for a tropical getaway during the chilly months? I know this great place to take you…

57 Push Pins - 10/20/06

Every morning, my class and I pray together. Some days they’re into it, other days I have to really encourage them. We take turns, one day I’ll pray, the next day a student prays, then me again and so on. I thought that by praying every other day I could help model for them how to lift their petitions up to God. We have a prayer request board in the corner of the room where the students can post a request for our daily prayer. Every time a student reports an answered prayer, they push one pin into the board to give God the credit.

We have had all sorts of prayers answered, from safe travel for family members to sicknesses healed and cheap plane tickets for relatives. By the last day of the first quarter, we had 57 push pins on the board. That’s at least a prayer answered a day. By the end of the first week of the second quarter, we are up to 64 push pins. God is so good! I love how this board acts as a testament to God’s power as well as how He works in our lives. It’s a good faith builder for my students, too.

It’s not the only thing we’re building, though. Bible is just one of the subjects I teach. Unfortunately, many students were not doing so well by the onset of midterm exams. So, I decided to host a study session in the open room by our apartments for any students who wished to get extra help in Science and Belizean History (their two most difficult subjects). I had 15 students show up, including two kids who weren’t even in my class. It was a big success! We played some review games, and the kids who brought their own ingredients got an espresso to help keep them awake to study. Note to self: Junior High students need no additional energy at any time during the day. Overall though, it was an incredibly helpful evening for the students.

So, the first quarter of my teaching job in a private school has come to an end. Here are some things I love about teaching here and some things that continue to challenge me; the yin and yang of Linda Vista School:

Yin

• I get to talk about God with my students
• The community is incredibly welcoming and supportive of teachers
• I live in a tropical country, two hours from paradise
• The other teachers are friendly and supportive of each other

Yang

• I teach 9 subjects every day in only 7 periods, to grades 7-12 (since I also do High School Spanish)
• Food is our biggest expense because we are in a 3^rd world country and everything is imported
• I have incredibly limited access to internet, and my classroom has no access to newspapers, a library, a principal, or classroom technology (overhead projector, VCR/DVD player, computer, etc.)

As you can see, the yins outweigh the yangs. I would not trade this experience for anything, I have learned so much and Melissa and I have grown even closer through it all. Thank you God for bringing us to Belize!

And now, for your reading pleasure, an un-ordered list:

Reasons why I’m crazy … CRAZY!

• I once ate an habañero
• I hate cheese but love pizza
• I moved to Central America during summer, 60 miles from the cool ocean breeze.
• I teach junior high on purpose

I am married to a GENIUS

Nathan has officially finished his first quarter of school in Blue Creek. I know he won’t get on here and brag about himself, so let me tell you all what an AWESOME teacher Nathan is...

Everyone who has known Nathan for any amount of time can recognize he is a natural teacher. He loved most of his teaching classes at WSU and enjoyed all of the actual teaching experience he had before we moved out here. His students have always liked him, especially the boys, and he just seems to have a knack for working with kids during that awkward, energetic Jr. High stage. I have known all this about Nathan, but to see him be just as successful in a foreign country, away from all the comforts of home (like Smartboards and...I dunno...reliable electricity) has been so wonderful.

The kids here really like him, but it is obvious that he also has their respect. They enjoy stopping by the apartment for a mocha or to play video games (which says so much in itself) but they understand he is an authority figure. One day Nathan came home from school and told me about a student he had to discipline in class. The boy was acting out and being disruptive, so after more than enough warnings, Nathan informed him he had lost his recess privileges. Well, that did the trick and the boy calmed down. But not without first saying, "Fine, I don't like you anymore." To which Nathan replied: "I'm here to teach you, not to be your friend," The boy smiled (I wish you knew this kid) and announced in front of the whole class: "You can't make me not like you Mr. Lemanski!"

It's not just the kids who know how great he is either. The parents are very impressed with him. I have heard, "Nathan is absolutely an answer to prayer." "Nathan is just so good with the boys- and they are just drawn to him." "Oh, my son told me he is studying more this year just because he likes Mr. Lemanski so much!"

I am so proud of him and all of his hard work so far this year. Last week he went the extra mile and held a study session for his students in the empty room that serves as our backyard. The kids here have actual mid-term exams, like we had in college, and their marks on these exams count quite heavily toward their final grade in the class. He saw the kids needed extra help and so he just did what comes naturally- he taught them on his own time and his own turf! Most of the students took advantage of this opportunity and got quite a bit out of the extra study session. He even made iced mochas for the kids who brought their own ingredients!

He is intelligent and talented and darn good at what he does!

Caribbean Internet Cafe

We Live 2 Hours From THIS - 10/22/06

We have been in Caye Caulker, an island about 30 miles off the coast of Belize, since Friday evening. We drove 2 hours from Blue Creek to Belize City, left our truck, and took a 30 minute water taxi which landed us on Caye Caulker! Each person who arrives to the island is greeted by a beautiful mural at the end of the pier that reads “Go Slow.” This seems to be more than a motto; like most vacation destinations—it is a way of life.

Nathan, Maria (our neighbor) and I landed on the caye about 4:30 and had only one hour to find a hotel before sundown. We heard from some friends back in Blue Creek that it is better to haggle for a room once you get to the caye instead of booking a hotel ahead of time. That goes against every American bone in our body, but we decided to listen to the locals. We saw a few small places which offered the bare necessities, then we came to Barefoot Caribe (you really should google it). Another teacher had stayed at this hotel for $70 Bz a night, and we told the manager this information upon our arrival. He showed is a nice room and said it was normally $80 Bz, but agreed to give it to us for $70. We pointed to the 3^rd floor tower rooms overlooking the Caribbean and asked to look at them. They were PERFECT! He told us they were $150 a night and went down to $100 right away. I looked at Nathan and pouted, telling the manager we really wanted to stay but that it was too much; Nathan and I were going to use the “just walk away” method of driving down the price. Maria, however, had another plan. She used the straight-forward, in-your-face, I-wanna- stay-here- but- I- am- a- poor -teacher-and-*really* -can’t- afford-to-pay-that-much-approach. It worked!! We are staying in a large king bed suite with air conditioning, cable, a beautiful deck overlooking the Caribbean, and a bathtub (something I haven’t seen since leaving the States)- for $40 US dollars!! Just to put it in perspective, our hotel room is costing us as much as we pay for 4 jars of peanut butter (that info was for you mom!) And check out our view!

The caye is very small, we can walk the length of it in about 20 minutes and can walk across it in less than 5 minutes. We have only seen two motor vehicles on the island; most people seem to get around by bicycle or golf cart. Most of the locals seem to drive golf carts around, but they are careful to observe the posted speed limit- the signs simply read, “go slow.” Golf carts and bicycles are for rent, but our bare feet seem to be getting us around just fine on the sandy streets.

On Friday evening, after getting settled into our room, we met back up with Maria and went to a funky-looking restaurant on the beach called Rasta Pasta; having no idea what to expect. What I certainly didn’t expect was to have one of the best Thai dinners I have ever eaten! WOW was it good! We washed it all down with some Happy Hour Rum Punch Specials and hit the beach--even though it was already dark. We ended the evening sitting on a pier, listening to the water hit the dock and looking at the palm trees on the tiny island silhouetted against the clear, starry sky. Ahhhhh…..

Saturday started with a walk around the caye in search of breakfast. We were pleasantly surprised to find a funky little coffee shop featuring art by 11 local artists. More exciting was the fact that the owner made her own fantastic chai tea and served it to me with soy milk! Yum! We went back to the hotel and changed in bathing suits and got busy sunbathing. We soaked up the Caribbean sun for a while before jumping in and exploring the clear, green water, the white sand, and everything in between.

We found Maria and grabbed a quick lunch right off the beach, from a man selling chicken kebobs and tortillas off his bbq. The beach is lined with people selling bbq every day at lunch and supper time. You can buy chicken, shrimp, lobster, conch, crab, or whatever else the chef was able to catch that day. The smell is irresistible!

Tonight we will again, end up on the pier, with a glass of rum punch. Tomorrow, I think we’ll rent some snorkel equipment and explore the nearby reefs.

My Arm Hair Changed Color - 10/9/06

One of our favorite fruits here is apple bananas, as I think Melissa has mentioned previously. The mother of one of my students asked us to come over to their orchard and pick a bunch of apple bananas since they have so many. So generous! We went to Earl’s house and walked around the banana section looking for a ripe enough bunch to take. He chopped down the tree that had a bunch of green bananas with a machete. Each time you harvest a bunch, you have to cut down the tree it’s on. Then two to three more will sprout up from the base. Otherwise, the plant will die. Don’t ask me why, I didn’t design it...

We learned there are several different kinds of bananas including plantains and crazy purpley bananas, along with the regular kind we get back home and the sweet, tart little apple guys. Those are the crack bananas! I also learned that Earl has not been telling his mother the whole truth regarding his homework and how much he ACTUALLY has. Hmmm….somebody’s busted! It’s so nice when my students’ parents invite us over for some real conversation…

While we were there, he also loaded us up with white grapefruit, red grapefruit, and Washington oranges. I hope he doesn't think this is a bribe to lighten the homework load, because that sure won't work! They also have apricots, a kind of blackberry that grows on a large tree, cherries, and coconuts. The blackberries look like small purple raspberries with a soft stem that you eat with the whole berry. They were really sweet. Freakin’ sweet! The berries are the only fruit we’ve seen with actual color. I want to take a picture of all of them side-by-side for you. The grapefruit, oranges, lemons, limes, and plums are all the exact same color. Green. My students still try to convince me that my life has been a lie; that fruit in North America is dyed and painted to look that way.

We have been quite the hit with the kids lately. We took our PS2 over to a friend’s to play Dance Dance Revolution (the video game at the arcade where the kids are jumping all over the pads on the floor). It was such a hit that somebody brought us a spare television to borrow so we could play it in our own apartment. We couldn’t do it before because there is a small cable Y-adaptor (readily available in the U.S. for $1.25) we needed for the sound. Now, kids shout up to us, “Can we play DDR? Hey! We want to play that dancing game!” Now the Americans have the Mennonites dancing! Gasp! It’s funny, too, because so few of them actually want to try it, but when they do they can’t get enough. Even the “tough guys” are hittin’ the floor and planning on buying their own for their playstations. Too funny.

Oh! We were also offered a microwave to babysit until we leave! The kindergarten teacher has a daughter in my 8^th grade class and two high schoolers in my Spanish class. She’s going to let us use their spare until they need it again. Add that to the fancy “beanless” bag chairs we got in Mexico and you’ve got yourself the beginnings of a comfortable home! Add a little Sirius (on its way soon – thank you Lynda!) and we’re going to forget that we’re not in the U.S.! Except for the heat. And the humidity. And the geckos. And the vultures. And the fact that the Caribbean is nearby and Mexico is to the North of us. And the crazy tropical fruit that looks like this...

Mexico, Mayans and....McDonalds?? - 10/8/06

We spent the weekend in Chetumal, Mexico. Chetumal has a real shopping mall, the Caribbean Sea, and a hotel with A/C and wireless internet! wooHOO!! What more could we ask for?

Driving toward the mall, I had to do a double-take and pinch myself. Ahead to the right....are those golden arches? What the.... Yup, after two months of being secluded from civilization I am in a parking lot of a mall containing Office Depot, Burger King and McDonalds! Not only was there a HUGE Micky D's in the parking lot, there was one in the mall food court and a little McDonald kiosk in the mall that sold ice cream and McFlurrys. Mexico, I am sooo sorry for what my country has done to you... Nathan and I ate at a local restaurant that was trying desperately to be an Italian deli. The food was okay, it definitely looked more healthy than the Big Macs and super sized fries everyone else was shoving down. "No thanks, I didn't eat that back home, no point in starting now." The fries did look good though...

It was so fun to window shop in a climate controlled environment again! I got two new t-shirts and I picked up a new skirt and some jewelry as well. Food is cheaper out here, so we did some grocery shopping. But it was nice to spend money on something other than necessities for survival.

We also got to see an actual movie in a real movie theatre!! We saw Las Torres Gemelas. For those of you who don’t have to watch American Movies with subtitles, we saw The Twin Towers. Suffice it to say, we haven’t seen any previews and, since the title was in Spanish, didn’t really know what we were getting ourselves into. If you haven’t seen the movie, take Kleenex. If you have seen it, let us know what you thought. I assumed it would be a political movie about the planes, the terrorists, and Al Qaeda. I was surprised- and glad- it focused on the heroes of 9-11, the every day police and fire personnel and their families. It felt surreal sitting in a Mexican theatre, surrounded by our new Canadian and Belizean friends, watching a movie about the worst American tragedy of the New Millennium. But I was encouraged when the movie ended and the lights came up and I realized it wasn’t only the American girl in the 6^th row that had been crying- everyone was touched by the movie. Kinda like how everyone was touched by the tragedy of the event itself…But I really just wanted to see a comedy.

…Anyway, back to our great weekend…

The hotel was perfect and fairly inexpensive- 650 pesos, which equals $65 US or $130 BZ. The grounds were amazing, the buildings were beautiful, and the rooms were clean (a rare thing around here). The wireless internet and A/C secured it as a hotel we will go back to if we ever make it to Chetumal again by ourselves.

Getting back across the border was another great adventure. One of the guys, Henry, is the High School PE teacher and he bought about 20 gazillion soccer balls, basketballs, and volleyballs in Mexico to use at the school. Abe helped him haggle the duty price down so that he didn't have to end up buying them twice. Nathan and I bought a brand new backpacking bag that will be perfect for weekend trips like this one. We stuffed it with some new blow-up plastic couches for our "living room" and my new t-shirts. When the customs official asked us about the bag, Nathan jumped in and told him it was our "beach stuff." Nice save. Then, he eyed our Sauza tequila and a few computer gadgets and lectured us on trying to bring both across the border. He talked about charging us a duty, threatened to charge us a duty, but when I offered to pay the duty he just put his hand in my face to cut me off and said, "I'm just telling you." I think he thought he was being helpful, but he just confused us.

Also, during the border crossing, we found out it is actually illegal to transport soda into Belize. ILLEGAL! Isn't that insane? Apparently, because there is a Coca-Cola factory in the country, soda is regulated and controlled by law. Of course, I found that out after I was safely on the Belizian side of the border and sipping my cold Diet Pepsi. Rebellion tastes sweet!

So, we are back, safe and sound. We have a few new articles of clothing, some computer parts that make our lives easier, some whole bean coffee and blow up furniture that makes our apartment look a little less like a sparsely-furnished apartment in a 3rd World country and a little more like a college dorm room. But hey, at lease we finally have somewhere to "entertain!"

Young Marrieds Retreat '06!! - 9/24/06

"A place for everything and everything in its place" must be a mantra of Mennonite living. They have a club, group, or association for every aspect of life here in Blue Creek. Since Nathan and I have been married for 10 yrs. or less, we qualify to be a part of the "Young Marrieds" group. This weekend the Young Marrieds retreated to the Cahal Pech Ruins in San Ignacio, Belize and Nathan and I went along!

The weekend was great, wonderful speaker with excellent material from the book Love and Respect, a book I have just finished reading and I highly recommend! But we didn't just sit around in an air conditioned room with a great view the entire weekend. We had a lot of free time which we spent bonding with other couples during volleyball and croquet matches (yes dad, I have now played croquet in the Caribbean!), canoeing the Maya River, which passes directly by the ancient ruin of Cahal Pech, lounging by the pool and exploring the open air market of San Ignacio! Central America is sooo COOL!!

Friday was a holiday, so we headed to San Ignacio at 10:00 a.m., right after I finished tutoring my little 1st grader (I tutor two students for "extra" money and to keep me from being bored during the day). We arrived at our resort 3 hours later and one of the leaders passed a blank sheet of paper around which contained all the rules for the weekend. Get it? A blank sheet of paper? There were no rules!! Oh yeah, Mennonite couples getting crazy in Cahal Pech!! It was also announced that breakfast would be served the following morning at 7 a.m.

Cut to 7 a.m. Saturday morning, we shared a suite with Rosy and Cuatro (see my birthday celebration for their pictures) and as I was emerging from my bedroom, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, there they were, fully dressed and showered, ready to start the day. Nathan and I went down to breakfast without having showered or brushed our teeth- in fact, I was still in my pajamas. Everyone else was bright-eyed and scrubbed clean! Most of the group headed out to golf immediately after breakfast and since Nathan and I were not ready to face the public, we were not able to join them. Instead we opted to shower, hang by the pool, and go on a canoe tour of the Maya River and it's "rapids."

What a beautiful ride!

We saw iguanas the size of beagles (that's a big ol' boy there, on the left), beautiful tropical birds, HUGE termite nests (at least they were in the jungle, where they belong) dozens of fruit bats flying by our canoe, and Jesus Christ lizards ran across the water alongside us. I always thought they were small, which helped them run across the water, but we saw one that was about 7 inches tall, pretty big for a lizard that can walk on water! We had a wonderful time and got some great sun! You can see Nathan there on the right with his pearly white skin just ready to soak up the its rays! He burned, of course, but I walked away a few shades darker. We could not have asked for a more pleasant outing and our guide, Clifton, was soo friendly! After the canoe trip, he even dropped us off at a HUGE market before taking us back to the resort.

Oh the markets here, I must take a minute to talk about them! I LOVE THEM!! So many people, speaking any number of languages, selling their colorful produce, hot food, second hand clothing, jams, pickled EVERYTHING, canned fruit, pirated DVDs and CDs, and so much more. There is always someone preaching. At this particular market it was a woman, speaking Spanish into a microphone connected to large speakers which broadcasted her every word. I did not catch her message but I heard over and over, "para la gloria de Dios" for the glory of God.

At the market, I bought a bunch of apple bananas, which is my new favorite fruit. That's right, I used "bananas" and "favorite" in the same sentence! But these aren't your ordinary no flavor, squishy, blech bananas. These are a lot firmer and smaller and they have the tart taste of a really crisp apple! I can eat them raw but I also made amazing apple banana bread out of them! Here is a bunch that I saw in the market, I bought some of them, but I snapped this picture first.

It was a wonderful weekend, we had a great time seeing more of the countryside and making new friends. Hopefully, this was the first of many weekend getaways for us!