Saturday, December 30, 2006

Monday, December 25, 2006

Guatemala city


Biblioteca Nacional



Not an open stack to be found.
Cool building, though.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Windstorm '06!!



It seems like every year I've lived in Seattle, there is a moment on the news where we hear caution of "Windstorm [fill in the appropriate year]!" In fact, I believe that there was a moment late Thursday night/early Friday morning where GB and I had the following conversation after being woken up from the insanely loud wind (which, by the way, is a lot scarier when you have essentially an entire wall made of window):
GB: Windstorm 'O6!
me: (nervously) heh heh.

But looky. It really was a freaking windstorm! These pictures are within a two block radius of our place. The tree in the second pic took out six cars, people - six!

He came to eat the rooster




Just outside of Antigua sits the quiet little town of San Felipe. You can easily walk up the hill to get there or take a tuk-tuk for about 50Q. And I recommend doing it because San Felipe looks like a good eatin' town - we saw cute little taco joints, small cafes, but had specifically been told to check out this place: El Prado. Specializing in local fare, el Prado is a family restaurant that looks like it's seen a few generations come through its doors. The large picnic benches look out onto a quiet green courtyard. GB & I tried their gallo de chicha - rooster cooked in another mole-ish sauce - and platanos en mole.

Cuervita de los Urquizu



I found this place wandering the streets of Antigua. If you find yourself in this city, seek it out - its tucked away in the 2nd Calle. Cuervita means little cave and indeed it is - a little cave of deliciousness! The place was a madhouse the day we GB & I went - packed with locals, trying to get infront of us as we tried to work out the drill. The drill, as far as we could understand, was to pick one main dish and two sides. Clearly others with more communication abilities and know-how were able to deviate from this protocol, but despite not being one of those chosen few, we were not disappointed. I had an amazing chorizo tomato dish with rice and guacamole; GB got a typical chicken dish cooked in sauce similar to mole (but less chocolate-y) with black beans and guac. We were served fresh tortillas and cervecas. Pretty much perfection.

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Bibliobus


Lo siento mucho - there were some technical diffficulties in which an entire roll of film was lost and I wasn't able to upload pics; and then illness difficulties in which the coughing and overall feelings of exhaustion and grossness prevented me from uploading the pics that I do have.
The one salvaged photo from the lost roll was of the inside of the bibliobus. Although this does allow us to revisit all the fun that is had saying BIBLIOBUS, it is bittersweet because there was a much better picture of us working inside the bus. sigh.
The work I was helping with on the bus was part of a cataloging project. All I was really doing at this point was simply cutting and taping call numbers onto the spines of books - but it is tedious work that needed to be done and I was happy to lend an extra pair of hands to the project.
I also helped build a book list for a school library hit by Hurricane Stan and collaborated on a project proposal to create a community information system at the PROBIGUA libraries.
Three weeks was no where near long enough; but I believe it gave me a necessary and new perspective on development work. Guatemala provided an important contrast to the work I did in South Africa. Where South African librarians approached our work with openness and excitement, I sensed a guarded reserve from Guatemalan librarians. I was reminded that historic and political events have very real sociological outcomes within a community and dictate the best way to collaborate to create change. A sentiment that appears obvious enough but has taken on some deeper significance after having had small opportunities in both environments.
If you are interested in reading about Guatemala's history, I stongly recommend Daniel Wilkinson's Silence on the mountain: Stories of terror, betrayal and forgetting in Guatemala.