White Men Can't Jump, But Guatemalan Girls Can Shoot

Its day four in Guatemala and we are more than enjoying ourselves. This morning we all woke up a little later than usual, given our changed schedule for working at the school in the late afternoon. We started this morning by traveling to the local church La Mercee. On the way to the church we were stopped by a ruckus and an explosion of color, that ended up being a parade down one of the main streets of Antigua. I was told that it was "Antigua Month" so each of the local schools will periodically have parades throughout the month. After we finished taking pictures of the beautiful dresses and lively kids in the parade, we proceeded to the towering yellow and white church that could be seen throughout the city. With a small fee paid for each of us, we were granted entrance to the stairs that lead above the hundreds of street vendors and bustling markets, into a euphoric view of not only the entire city of Antigua, but the surrounding hill tops, some of which were home to active volcanoes. After our scenic view, we headed back to the house to have lunch and then immediately after we all walked to the transit center were we caught one of the decorated chicken buses that took us close to the school we have been working at for the last two days. Until today, we have always worked in the morning where the majority of the students at the school were extremely young, but on this  partly rainy day we were lucky to be accompanied by high school students that were much closer to all of our ages. This similar age group gave us the ability to play some basketball (in the rain) with some of the students on the court that I had been eyeing for the previous two days we had been there. Luckily, my thirst for playing basketball had been quenched when myself and four boys from the school played Aidin, Miles and a gang of girls from the school. While I was dunking on Aidin and Miles throughout the game, it shocked me to see that collectively the girls from the school were far better in every aspect of the game of basketball than the boys were. I couldn't help but admire the small  little Guatemalan girl that consistently made the outside jumper in many of the  boy's faces (my teammates).

After we finished up all we could do that day at the lab, we packed up and headed for the bus. When we got on the bus, many of us were tired, drenched, and ready to take a shower. As we drove our usual route back into the more central area of town I got this really indescribable feeling that I remember having on the previous TSC trip I had went on to Vietnam. Like I said, the feeling was indescribable, but if I had to take a crack at it, it would be a mixture of pride, happiness, friendship, competitive spirit and the realization of an experience in a foreign country that I would never forget. I'm getting the sense that our group is just starting to feel like a family. A family that has tons of fun but also prioritizes service to others. Day 4 in Guatemala was a game changer, and I love it. Hope all is well back at home!

Signing out,

L .C


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