Little more Guats

5/13/09
9:19
**then I wrote this about a week ago, but I got carsick while writing so I had to stop….how ironic

So I wrote all that a week ago. While I was still on the ship. Now I am home in Minnesota. I’m actually currently on my way to pick up my car from Houston, Minnesota. Yay my very own set of wheels! I was wondering how I would go about picking up my car, completely forgetting that there is , in fact, public transportation in the United States and I can use it! Who knew?

So let me finish my Guatemalan adventures. Jill and I waited outside the ship for our bus to arrive to take us to Pacaya Volcano. We held onto our trips tickets that we are required to give to the trip leaders. Well…I held onto my ticket. Jill “lost” hers. She says it blew away in the wind, but that just seems like a lie. She actually did lose her ticket, but the trip leader seemed a bit skeptical and her nickname for the day was GWTBA (Girl Whose Ticket Blew Away).

Once on the bus we met our topnotch tour guide Chiki. He was pretty entertaining, knowledgeable, and rather cute…for a short guy. He pointed out the steaming volcanoes in the distance and then Jill and I proceeded to PTFO (pass the F out). I kept jolting awake whenever my mouth would fall open, though, because I guess subconsciously I get embarrassed when I sleep with my mouth open. Just a little interesting fact about me.

About an hour and a half later we arrived at Pacaya. As we got off the bus, it was swarmed with little children trying to sell us walking sticks or marshmallows or a horse-ride up the volcano. I didn’t partake in any of these superfluous items, but many of my fellow SASers did including my favorite faculty dependent, George. George is a second grader and he is hilarious. First of all, he lifts weights up on Deck 7 with all the big boys. He makes the funniest faces while on the weight machines too. I crack up every time. On the hike he would jam his walking stick into the ground, or hit branches and plants with it, and eventually he resorted to throwing his walking stick like a javelin. What a kid.