Week Eight

Happy Leap Year.

I just have to say, first of all, it’s hot. Thursday is supposed to be 97 degrees, and they still make me heat my water in the morning because of a cough, which not only means I am bathing in hot water on hot days, but also it means I have been bathing out of a bucket for about a month now.

That said, here are some pics of class this week. Note the hot-pink Umbros, circa 1994. It may appear as though I am teaching them to fight. Rest assured, I am not. We are acting out fighting scenarios.

This one is blurry, but I love it because everyone looks really scared of the invisible tomatoes I am pretending to throw at the boys who fell down in the pretend mud.

All week, we have been playing volleyball in the afternoons to get ready for the volleyball tournament on the 13th. For some reason, they kept putting me on the boys team. I need to explore that.

On Friday I went to Old Belize with Inez and had the best time. Besides meeting a famous Jamaican artist- I have no idea who he was, but the pic is nice- we got the Belizean rate, which is a milestone for me, free beach passes, went through the museum and learned the history of Mayans, Garifunda, Carib Pirates, British Hondurans, Chickle farmers and buckaneers. We even got to eat REAL chickle. Then we sat by the Caribbean and ate a huge plate of chicken Pirate nachos. I ordered them with an “Arrrrgggg!” and Inez hid behind the menu.

Mayan ruler (like he’s soooo powerful now)

chickle camp

chickle farmer & pot

Garifuna settlement

Coffee roaster

Famous guy

coral reef pool in the making

Pics of the beach and marina (and clouds, I like them)

The ride home: Nelly, Chris, Keilee, Inez

Antonia trying on hat, scarf and mittens for her trip to Canada in March. We had to do lessons on how to wear a scarf.