After that bluesy post, here’s the flipside: I’m pretty darn proud of how quickly we’ve transitioned this time around. When we signed up to go to Nicaragua for three years back in ’97, the entire first year was spent in language school, living with a different host family nearly every single week (it was as dreadful as it sounds), and then building our own house out of handmade adobe blocks. We didn’t even attempt any official work.
This time around, things are a little different. There is no language study. We’ve been in Guatemala for two-and-a-half weeks and so far we’ve had a day and a half of in-country orientation, moved to our location, started work, gone house hunting, moved, and really started to settle in.
Next week we are supposed to travel to Santiago Atitlán for team meetings and I’m dreading it. Not because I don’t want to go to team meetings, because I do, but because I hate to leave this place. It’s my home and I’m a homebody and I like it here. That I feel this way so soon after moving to a foreign country is a little bit miraculous, I think.
Which doesn’t mean this transition isn’t hard (see previous post). Some things are really wonderful and some things are really frustrating and exhausting. We seesaw back and forth between the two in a most erratic fashion. You’ll get some posts that have us soaring sky high and some posts in which we just banged our butts on the hard ground. It’ll even out…eventually.
Anyway, we didn’t get our house all by ourselves. I contacted some ex-MCCers who live in Cobán, and they, the mother of the family in particular, have gone way above and beyond the call of duty to help us feel at home. When the mother heard about our living situation, she contacted a bunch of potential landlords and then ended up meeting us in town, driving us out to this place, and helping us assess it and work out the details.
The next day we moved in, and that night she and her daughter showed up with a (delicious) ready-to-bake casserole for our supper. She had called ahead and asked if we needed anything from the store. I said, bread, bananas, and eggs, please, and if it’s not too much trouble. She said okay, and then showed up with bags of groceries: mixed nuts, tuna, crackers, cookies, cornflakes, milk, fresh vegetables, homemade jelly and bread, spices, pastries, pastas, a giant honeydew, juice, etc. There was even a basket with candles and a Guatemalan cloth for the table, and an assortment of toys for the children. I was so overjoyed and thankful I nearly cried. We feasted that night. And after our lunch of one boiled egg each, plus tortillas and salt, it was a much needed feast.
This family has continued to help us settle in. They have offered us the use of their vehicle and given us much-needed contact information, such as names of reliable taxi drivers, laundry women, repair men, etc. If it wasn’t for this family, we wouldn’t be nearly as settled as we are.
We are incredibly grateful and deeply indebted.
I truly believe that oftentimes we are at the mercy of the community around us. And it is amazing how one person, or in this case one family can make such a radical difference to reduce the stress of an intense time.
I'm so glad you have a family that is giving you this soft landing, it encourages me to continue to show generosity. From reading your posts, I'm quite certain that you've paid it forward a thousand times in advance, and will continue to do so in perpetuity.
Bless that wonderful family who came to your aid!
I am so glad you got a new house. It looks like it will be a beautiful place. And what a blessing all those groceries were and a table cloth to boot. I hope I remember to be that kind and helpful when others need it.
Hope each day gets a little better for you and your family, and easier too.
Santiago Atitlan is beautiful. Look forward to it. Maybe not the traveling so much but it is a pretty spot on this green earth!
I've been to Santiago, and you're right, it's beautiful. I'm looking forward to getting some hammocks, and maybe a rug. It WILL be a fun adventure, even if I'd rather spend time snuggling deeper into our new home right now.
Vickie @Vickie's Kitchen and Garden
ahh they say the way to feel better is to remember your blessings. This lady and her family was definetly one of your blessings. I hope I can be such a blessing in someones life.
Somewhere a far-flung mother feasts on a picture of her daughter.
I think it's a far-flung daughter, not mother, eh?