Coconuts and Mayan Ruins. And Mayan runs.

Whatsoever things are praiseworthy
(write them in my blog)

I am up to 5 friends.

Sabrina’s sister, Sara—friend number 2, said on Friday, “Let’s get some coconuts,” and then she handed me a machete because I am the tallest. We chopped 3 coconuts from three trees.

Then we were attacked by fire ants.

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We dug holes in the side of each coconut to drink the water, and then we chopped the coconut in half and ate the inside. Delish.

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Today (Saturday) the Infant 1 teacher, Ms. Miguelina—friend number 3, invited me to go to Xunantunich with her husband, Domingo, and her daughter, Diana—friends number 4 and 5.

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We took a ferry across the river

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Passed the local arts & crafts market

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And spent the day hiking up & down the ruins

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Original Mayan Art, on the side of one wall
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Tip: look for the pink shorts

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Ms. Mig & Domingo
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On the way home, we stopped at the San Ignacio farmer’s market, and I met Ms. Miguelina’s father, who sells vegetables.

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And then we drove home in the back of the truck with our little cokes and sprites in plastic bags

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Now, for the down and dirty (read at your own risk). Yesterday morning I “caught a pain” in my stomach, and hadn’t been able to eat all day. I went to bed last night with a low fever and a sore throat, so I took some Tylenol and begged my mom to pray that I would be able to go to Xunantunich today. I woke up feeling fine. I made it through the entire day, problem free, then came home and crapped my pants.

Now there’s a praise and a prayer request in the same sentence.

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