Scattered Thoughts

Yesterday I indirectly witnessed my second hit and run. Immediately after arriving at Katie´s school (to learn to make chocolate from scratch) we heard screeching tires. Then the Quiche woman selling cloth outside of the school ran in talking about a car (her Spanish wasn´t too good). A child had been hit and was screaming and a bunch of people had gathered around. The car, in the meantime, took off.

I cannot for the life of me figure out why the PDH (Procuraduría de Derechos Humanos) thinks I know what I´m doing. My second day of work, they sent me on my own to interview someone from the Ministry of Education. Only he didn´t explain the purpose of the interview very well, and none of the questions applied in any way whatsover, so the woman just kind of looked at me like I was dumb. And she talked extremely quickly and was very hard to understand. I felt incredibly incompetent.

This morning we were stuck in a traffic jam on the way back from a court case in Palmar. Someone said a truck had fallen off the cliff, but I´m not really sure. Anyways, while we were waiting I noticed these guys playing PTC on the side of the road (with about 5 feet from the edge of the highway to the cliff). It made me think that no matter where you go, people really aren´t all that different. Boys will always be boys. And then they picked up their machetes and went back to work, and the thought passed.

Today was my first trip to Cafe Luna, and it was pretty much amazing. Ice cream in hot chocolate, it´s brilliant.

Every full moon they have a midnight hike up the volcano Santa Maria. Unfortunately the hikes this week have all been cancelled since Santaguito (a smaller, connected volcano... the erupting one from previous post) is apparently erupting poisonous gases.