La Tercera Calle In El Champerico, Guatemala

I studied many things about Guatemala such as, the culture, religion, food, population, geography, imports, exports, and most popular of all sports. The sports of Guatemala is something I found very interesting.

The first is selfish. As a Venezuelan-American immigrant raised in South Florida, this story is deeply personal. With a chance to return, I will face the reality of life in Venezuela as someone raised in the bubble of Middle Class America. The second though, is selfless. This fellowship inspired the idea of conveying the thoughts, experiences, and challenges of the Venezuelan people to a global audience. Writing this story is a momentous opportunity to speak about my native land to a global audience with familial ties like myself, other seeking clarity on current events, and wandering social media addicts who will quench their curiosity on the National Geographic blog and With Venezuela

The Guatemalan Culture (also known as Chapines) has many improvements to be made, but they are still more stable than other cultures. There are many cultural aspects to the Guatemalan way of life. The culture comes from Mayan and Spanish influences. Guatemala is a beautiful city that borders mexico to the south in Central America. Almost half of their population lives in Urban areas and they speak two different languages. People first started living in this area around nine hundred A.D. The average american would not understand the way of life in Guatemala.

Guatemala is a Spanish speaking country located in Central America, south of Mexico. The name Guatemala translates to “the land of the trees.” This is because it is surrounded by many rainforests that support an abundance of wildlife. Guatemala has many beautiful attractions such as volcanoes, rainforests and ancient Mayan sites. Guatemala City is the capital of Guatemala.

The Popol Vuh is a collection of historical mythos of the K’iche’ Maya, a group that still lives in the Guatemalan highlands. Popol Vuh translates as either, “Book of Council” or in proper K’iche’ “Book of Events” or “Book of the People”, and tells the creation mythos of the K’iche’ peoples, an epic tale of Hero Twins Hunahpú and Xbalanqué, along with a series of genealogies.

After landing in Mexico and meeting up with the people I would be working with during a three-day mission trip, we were crammed into a bus and spent the next two hours getting to know each other. We were there to build homes for a multitude of families in the town of Xochimilco, Mexico. When we arrived late in the afternoon, we were led to an empty school where we would spend our nights. Sleeping on the floor next to school lockers with bugs buzzing in my ears in a country I did not know well was an interesting experience to say the least—but that was just the beginning. At dawn, the real work began and so did a change in my thinking that had a dramatic effect on my perspectives about life.

It was just another ordinary Thursday for my mother in the small town of Oratorio de Concepcion in rural El Salvador. Just like any other eight year old in 1980, she got up, brushed her teeth, quickly pulled her knotted hair into a high ponytail, and left for school. The short distance she walked was filled with the sounds of worn out shoes hitting the dirt road as children ran by excited to start a new day at the town’s only elementary school. After hours of sitting in a classroom surrounded by grey concrete bricks, once the last bell rang, she would wait at the entrance gate for her younger brother and cousin. They walked back down the dirt road together while kicking a deflated soccer ball to their home where their grandmother would be waiting for them with a little snack. My mother, her older

When I was in first grade, my thoughts were that I was just a Hispanic person, but I later on noticed that we didn’t do the same things as other Hispanics. I was born and raised in Oklahoma City, but my parents are from Guatemala. When my parents told me that I was Guatemalan as well, I felt proud of that. At this age I wanted to know more facts about my culture and where I’m from. My parents taught me what was the difference of being part of the Guatemala country is comparing the differences to other countries. It helped me a lot more that I understood the differences of what we do and say. Time by time I felt more communicated where I’m from. I fit into the Guatemalan community through traditions, languages, and food.

My brother, Edgar lives on the Garcia Ranch he is surrounded by mother nature. There is the smell of dry dirt, and when the wind blows, you can smell the citrus groves, that can be seen everywhere. The taste of the fresh fruit that has grown from the trees, it tastes better than the ones you buy at the local store. Waking up at six o’clock in the morning from the rooster crowing at the top of their lungs, lets my brother know that it’s time to get up and do his chores. As, he walks out of his door, he can see the sunset connecting to the horizon- the beauty of nature is at its finest. I love going to visit him at his ranch because I get to enjoy the peace and quiet that I would not get in the city. Now with the lack of water, what use to be a good place to come to now feels as this little piece of earth goes thirsty. It is difficult for my brother because he is having trouble water getting water for

Description: Tikal is the ruins of an ancient city found in a rainforest in Guatemala.

After days of deliberation and starting at the plethora of books scattered amongst shelves and boxes in my house, I narrowed my favorite title down to "Mountains Beyond Mountains" by Tracy Kidder. This nonfiction book combines two of my greatest aspirations together: writing and helping the poor and destitute. Kidder tells the story of Paul Farmer's establishment of Zamni Lasante, a hospital in Haiti, and the impassioning health-care work he does for the people there. After visiting Zamni Lasante and living in the affiliated orphanage, Zamni Beni, I was inspired to not only work in third world countries, but to harness my love for writing to share the change I hope to one day spread. Paul Farmer's revolutionary work may have never inspired me had a

The Yucatan Peninsula is the exposed portion of the larger Yucatan Peninsula, all of which is composed of carbonate and soluble rocks, being mostly limestone although dolomite and evaporites are also present at various depths. The whole of the Yucatán Peninsula is an unconfined flat lying karst landscape. Sinkholes, known locally as cenotes, are widespread in the northern lowlands. The Yucatan peninsula usually experienced tropical weather. The Mayans grew corn, farmers also cultivated beans, squash, and fruit trees. Black beans and red beans contributed protein to the Maya diet. Numerous varieties of squash and pumpkin were grown. Droughts were one of the biggest threats to Mayan farms. The Mayans found a way to store water in case of droughts. The Mayans used a farming technique called slash and burn. Slash and burn meant that you would burn down forests and the land that was leftover would be your farm. The leftover ash from slash and burn is very good for plants. People still use slash and burn today, but performing this technique can cause global warming.

I the case of Laguna Chichoj, Guatemala there was a conflict classes, over a proposal by the peasants to improve sanitation infrastructure with the help of a local lake. However, the local elites who are the political capital in this area, just by their social class, did not feel the need for something like this to take place because it did not feel that it effected the social capital of this given area. Another area of communities that could be identity in this reading was cultural capital; which also helps illuminate this case, due to the fact that they made this lake a protected area, this could have been to for cultural factors, such in using the lake for trade.

I complained less, for my worst conditions here at home would be lavish living to those in Nicaragua. It’s unfortunate that to simply become grateful I had to travel to a third world country and live with the poorest of the poor. This dilemma of unnatural thankfulness is a problem I find only in those who have everything they could ever want or need. I became angry at school when kids complained about seemingly insignificant things. I would think to myself, that chicken you refuse to eat because it is too cold is a sandwich a child in Nicaragua would beg on their knees to eat. This complete awareness of the world around me and my petty culture only came to me because of a mission trip I took to a poor country named Nicaragua for one week of my summer. It took only one week of my summer in a country solely built on love, compassion and content to transform my critical attitude to that of thankfulness. It took only one week of my summer to begin appreciating things of little relevance in our fast pace and chaotic culture. It took only one week of my summer to force me to be aware of others and express love and kindness to even those who don’t deserve it. It took only one week of my summer to fix me,

At mid-morning on a clear, sunny day, the taxi drove me across the city which resembled a beehive packed with motorized traffic and pedestrians speeding to their destinations or selling their foods and crafts. The agitation and colors were an energetic sight to behold. On the other hand, groups of police and military armed with M16 rifles guarded the main populated street corners - a sight all over the capital - reminder of the unfortunate gang problem the country faces.