We students went to Lago de Atitlán this weekend hoping for a nice time by the beautiful lake. Unknown to us, we were headed straight into the center of a hurricane/tropical storm. Sure, there were rivers in the streets and it had been raining non stop for two days but our tour guide (Miguel Perro, a teacher from the school) seemed relatively confidant the trip would go on as planned. As we departed Xela the street lamp exploding next to the minibus into the wet street seemed to me an accurate sign of what our future would hold, that is, disaster.
The drive to Panajachel left me worried, irritated and car sick. The rain pressed on, seeming never to lose force while we dodged newly formed water falls and landslides on the curvy highway. There were fifteen of us in total (mostly undergrad students from the University of Dayton) and we were packed in as tightly as possible (sin seat belt por supuesto!). After the two hour drive, nothing in the town was open and the street in front of the hotel had begun to flood. We hurried into the hotel to put our things down and to see if “any boat would take us on the water”. I was thinking no, who would go out in the water, in Guatemala on a day like this (still not knowing the magnitude of the storm), but was surprised to find that one boat had agreed to take us to Santa Catarina, San Antonio and Santiago despite the weather. Apparently the only other boats out were for evacuation purposes and even with this theory, I saw no other boats on the choppy, rainy water. It was this boat ride where I determined our group leader, Perro (yes his nickname is dog), really had little to no understanding of safety.
Lago de Atitlán is one of the larger attractions in the highland areas of Guatemala, and seeing it from the perspective of a boat is supposed to be amazing. The only thing I could see on this boat ride were the gray rainy skies and eventually, just my knees as I crouched down trying to keep from vomiting. Our first destination was Santa Catarina where students were encouraged to swim in the hot spring. Most of us declined, however, two brave/naive young ladies gave it a go (who would have though we would all be just as soaked later on that day). When we arrived at out second destination (San Antonio) we were taken up a very muddy and wet hill to a weaving shop. The owners opened just for us and we got to take a break from the rain while admiring their handwork. The next stop was a tourist restaurant in Santiago where I had a decent however overpriced chicken noodle soup. At this point, we all decided against taking a tuk-tuk to see San Simón (a wooden figure where offerings of cigarettes and alcohol are made) which probably would have been cool had it not been storming. Instead we headed to the first church in the area (founded in 1540, muy viejo). That alone was reason enough to visit, but more recently during the Guatemalan Civil War the church was used as a refuge during a massacre in Santiago. It was quite moving to read the description and interesting to see the statues and woodcarvings dressed in colorful tunics.
This was our last stop, (my pants were 100% soaked at this point and the wetness was creeping) and we headed back toward Panajachel. The boat started to run out of gas maybe ten minutes into our hour and a half return trip. We watched as the driver siphoned gas into another container (I think the original one had a leak because the whole boat smelled like gas) while simultaneously bailing out the puddle of water forming in the boat from the downpour. It was difficult to help in this situation because the boat was rather small and I wasn't really prepared for the elements the driver was braving. The boat ran much slower after that, but we made it back to Panajachel which was all that really mattered.
On our walk back to the hotel the street that had been a little flooded before had turned into rushing river of at least a foot deep of water. We made it back to the hotel fairly well soaked and ready to find out if this was just “normal rainy season” activity or what. Turns out a hurricane/tropical storm by the name of Agatha was making its way through Guatemala and one of the worst hit places was the area surrounding Lago de Atitlán. As our clothes were drying, we were considering the real possibility of being stranded in Panajachel for a few days. Thankfully, by the next morning the sun was shining and we were set to brave the roads to Chichicastenango and eventually head back to Xela.
The drive was somewhat treacherous as the minibus bobbed and weaved around pile after pile of rocks from previous landslides, but we made it to Chichicastenango. Chicken buses were not running, so though usually Chichi is a big marketplace, it was somewhat limited due to the very understandable vendors transportation issues. We spent a couple hours scavenging the marketplace (I bought a much needed belt!) and returned to Xela relatively problem free. Along the ride we saw many houses devastated by the effects of the storm and much of the road was closed off due to landslides.
Getting back to Xela and back to my apartment was a great feeling. Though I was only gone for two days, the hurricane/tropical storm made the whole experience feel much longer. The only “injury” I had from the trip was a sunburn on my shoulders. I am glad to be safe, and I hope the many people who were injured and have lost homes are able to repair and come out of this okay. As it is now, I have survived intestinal issues, a volcanic eruption and hurricane/tropical storm. I can safely say this is not at all what I expected but I am still glad to be here.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
I love the passing of time
My three weeks in a homestay have come to an end. I really enjoyed my Guate-familia but I am excited and ready for the change. On Friday I moved to a long term hostel type situation. The building is attached to a Spanish school, not the one I attend but I have been practice my Spanish with the owners. There are two apartments with four bedrooms each and right now all the bedrooms are full. My apartment is filled entirely with people who speak English, an Australian friend from my school named Monique, a fellow from SF and a couple due to move in today or tomorrow said to be from Australia as well. This does limit my Spanish speaking at home, but living there allows me other cultural/linguistic experiences that I find important. I have been shopping at the local markets and grocery stores (more about this later) and preparing my own food (I made refried black beans from scratch for the first time yesterday). Another bonus is that I actually feel comfortable using the common areas in the apartment and we had our first dinner party last night! (You know how I love to entertain.) I will be in the apartment and continue to take classes for the next three weeks and then start some traveling for my final two and a half weeks in Guatemala.
The activities have been good and plentiful so far this week. I went to Las Fuentes Georginas (a hot springs in the mountains) on Tuesday afternoon. It was a beautiful and magical place with lots of greenery and mist. There are three pools of water that have graduated levels of heat. The hottest of the three is a direct flow from the Zunil Volcano which spills into each of the other pools. This was my second experience at a hot springs (the first was in Northern California last January) and I will say this was definitely better than the first because no newts were harmed and the water was really really hot.
On Wednesday we went to a local Fabrica de Chocolate which makes delicious drinking chocolate (I will bringing some home if I don't drink it all before I get back). They are a relatively small operation, but they are pretty well known here. The chocolate factory is owned by the family of one of the teachers from my school. They showed step by step how the chocolate is made (by the way, all activities put on by the school are completely in Spanish). From what I remember, they start with roasting the cocoa beans, then grind them up in a machine, then add the flavor (sugar, vanilla and cinnamon), and finally make it into bricks which are chilled and portioned out into squares. All of the ingredients are natural and there are no added chemicals or preservatives. In my opinion, all the makings for an excellent cup of cocoa!
The night after the tour a few of us went to a benefit for los perros de la calle (this means dogs of the street, of which there are many) put on by a bunch of high school students. A couple of bands played and there were tons of people (pretty much all Guatemalan). Several people were dancing salsa and some were quite impressive despite their young appearance. The most entertaining was this older couple that disproved the stereotype that all Latino people can dance. Well I guess the guy could have been trying to do the robot or something. Basically, a good time, and an inspiration for me to learn salsa.
This weekend I haven't been up to too much (I am still feeling a bit parasite-ie unfortunately) but I did make it to the market and the large grocery store at the Mont Blanc mall. The market is an amazing experience similar to a flea market/swap meet sort of thing. There are tons of fruit and vegetable vendors (which is what I usually buy there) and anything else you could want in electronics, clothing and housewares. The prices are good, but the quality isn't guaranteed (I am now on my second set of headphones purchased in Guatemala). The colorful market is a stark contrast to the somewhat sterile grocery store but they both have their purposes. I found myself entranced by all of the options the grocery store provided, though I didn't end up buying that much. I was definitely tempted by the Q30 cheese (that is roughly $4) but declined thinking about how cheap the fruits and veggies are at the market: Q20-25 ($3) for eight bananas, two delicious mangoes, three onions, three limes, three huge avocados, and one bell pepper. For my tortillas I buy direct from the tortilleros for the amazing low price of Q2 ($0.25) for eight fresh off the grill tortillas! All in all, I greatly enjoy my new found food purchasing power.
That pretty much concludes my week. I may end up posting late next weekend because I am going to lago de Atitlán with the school on Saturday. I sort of slacked on the photos this week (only 30 uploaded to FB) but I am trying to take more now and I am going to try to get more of myself. Oh and if you didn't catch on to the various titles this week, I have been listening to a lot of Talking Heads on this trip.
I miss you all and will update soon!
Te Amo,
Sarah
The activities have been good and plentiful so far this week. I went to Las Fuentes Georginas (a hot springs in the mountains) on Tuesday afternoon. It was a beautiful and magical place with lots of greenery and mist. There are three pools of water that have graduated levels of heat. The hottest of the three is a direct flow from the Zunil Volcano which spills into each of the other pools. This was my second experience at a hot springs (the first was in Northern California last January) and I will say this was definitely better than the first because no newts were harmed and the water was really really hot.
On Wednesday we went to a local Fabrica de Chocolate which makes delicious drinking chocolate (I will bringing some home if I don't drink it all before I get back). They are a relatively small operation, but they are pretty well known here. The chocolate factory is owned by the family of one of the teachers from my school. They showed step by step how the chocolate is made (by the way, all activities put on by the school are completely in Spanish). From what I remember, they start with roasting the cocoa beans, then grind them up in a machine, then add the flavor (sugar, vanilla and cinnamon), and finally make it into bricks which are chilled and portioned out into squares. All of the ingredients are natural and there are no added chemicals or preservatives. In my opinion, all the makings for an excellent cup of cocoa!
The night after the tour a few of us went to a benefit for los perros de la calle (this means dogs of the street, of which there are many) put on by a bunch of high school students. A couple of bands played and there were tons of people (pretty much all Guatemalan). Several people were dancing salsa and some were quite impressive despite their young appearance. The most entertaining was this older couple that disproved the stereotype that all Latino people can dance. Well I guess the guy could have been trying to do the robot or something. Basically, a good time, and an inspiration for me to learn salsa.
This weekend I haven't been up to too much (I am still feeling a bit parasite-ie unfortunately) but I did make it to the market and the large grocery store at the Mont Blanc mall. The market is an amazing experience similar to a flea market/swap meet sort of thing. There are tons of fruit and vegetable vendors (which is what I usually buy there) and anything else you could want in electronics, clothing and housewares. The prices are good, but the quality isn't guaranteed (I am now on my second set of headphones purchased in Guatemala). The colorful market is a stark contrast to the somewhat sterile grocery store but they both have their purposes. I found myself entranced by all of the options the grocery store provided, though I didn't end up buying that much. I was definitely tempted by the Q30 cheese (that is roughly $4) but declined thinking about how cheap the fruits and veggies are at the market: Q20-25 ($3) for eight bananas, two delicious mangoes, three onions, three limes, three huge avocados, and one bell pepper. For my tortillas I buy direct from the tortilleros for the amazing low price of Q2 ($0.25) for eight fresh off the grill tortillas! All in all, I greatly enjoy my new found food purchasing power.
That pretty much concludes my week. I may end up posting late next weekend because I am going to lago de Atitlán with the school on Saturday. I sort of slacked on the photos this week (only 30 uploaded to FB) but I am trying to take more now and I am going to try to get more of myself. Oh and if you didn't catch on to the various titles this week, I have been listening to a lot of Talking Heads on this trip.
I miss you all and will update soon!
Te Amo,
Sarah
Saturday, May 15, 2010
El Chicken bús and why it sometimes sucks to be a gringa in Guatemala
I took my first ride on a chicken bus last weekend, well actually several chicken buses. The school organized a trip to Momostenango (a small pueblo outside of Xela). The whole thing was sort of ill planned (por supuesto es Guatemala!) and some unknown fellow met us at the school as our guide. The six of us (all ladies y gringas) followed along to the main bus terminal which is full of beautifully colored repurposed school buses. There were a couple of buses headed to Momos but we had to catch one that takes a specific path in order to drop us in the right place. This proved to be a quite difficult request and even when we got on the bus we had to wait in line with the other buses before we even got out of the bus terminal. While we waited, several people came aboard to peddle everything from pens to evangelism. An hour and a half from our start we were finally on our way!
Once en route the bus quickly became quite crowded. Initially I was sitting next to just Miriam (a new school friend) but since there were so many people it turned into a three to a seat situation. The first person to sit next to me was an indígina woman. She had an infant slung across her back and its head kept bobbing gently on my shoulder. I like babies well enough, and this whole situation, though cramped, worked out fine. Eventually she got off and I, trying to be accommodating, kept the seat “open”.
The next person to find the seat next to me was a young-ish fellow who seemed relatively harmless at first. The trouble began with a sharp elbow resting on my hip. It was sort of subtle and the seats are really meant for two people so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. As the ride progressed however, his hand began to slowly creep toward my leg. I had my backpack on my lap so at first it was a little difficult to realize what was going on but when I moved my leg and bag away he seemed a bit put off (or so I hoped). The battle for space continued with elbow jabs and partial leg touching with some discomfort to me, but not as much as what I was in store for. I will preface this with the fact that it was extremely hot on this bus. I, as others, was wearing a tank top. The man would occasionally lean over, as if to adjust, and try to kiss my bare shoulder. When I really started to get what was going on I gave him a terrible stare and he sort of stopped in the moment but would continue when I was looking forward. Miriam leaned over and said that it was perfectly fine to say no gracias! From there on out, I tried to avoid his advances and give him dirty looks. The tour guide was doing the same and he sort of stopped. Not too long after this he got off the bus, much to my relief. The whole situation was a very uncomfortable 20 minutes.
I guess now I know what to do in the future, but that is not a future I want to have. I am not saying I am not going to ride a chicken bus again, but it is just really uncomfortable. It would be different if this was an isolated incident of harassment (like in SF with the creepy guy who rubs up on people on MUNI) but it is all over Guatemala. There is no time that I can walk down the street without cat calls and leering stares. I can't, and don't walk by myself after dark here. Obviously, that is a good idea in general, but shit gets real very quickly here. I am really not digging the “machismo” here and I miss my freedom of movement and the comfort of being able to walk down a street without being yelled at or riding the bus without a creeper.
The rest of the Momos trip was quite enjoyable. We visited the house of a weaving artisan. He showed us how they make the traditional rugs and blankets sold all over here. They are beautifully colored (all natural dyes) and the process was quite interesting. I even had a go at the machine and spinning wool. It turned out that our guide was the son of the artisan man and had been coerced into showing us around. They served us a simple almuerzo (lunch) of tortillas, beans and picante. We ate in their dark, smoky, mud-brick kitchen with baby chickens running around our feet. The hospitality was warmly welcomed especially after the “excitement” of the bus.
We visited the town of Momos for an hour or so. It is a small pueblo and the market was closing up so we headed back to Xela on the bus. On the way home, I sat next to the window.
A rundown of the week just passed:
I started to feel really terrible on Sunday night, I began to have sharp stabbing pains in my stomach which made it quite difficult to sleep and the ever frequent trips to the bathroom didn't help. On Monday morning I went to school still feeling pretty terrible suspecting the commonly diagnosed problem of parasites. My teacher suggested that I go to the clinic at the school. The doctor listened to my symptoms and my stomach which determined that yes, yo tuve los parásitos.
He gave me a prescription which involved taking four pills that day all at once and the following day two in the morning and two in the evening. The next couple of days were equally terrible. I couldn't really eat anything and for those in the know, I tend to have a bad reaction to medicines. This was no different. I was barely able to go to class and while there, I was very dizzy and disorientated. I slept in the hours after school, or rather, tried to. I don't know what I ate that contained los parásitos, apparently this is “parasite season” because of the change in weather (we are coming into the rainy season now). Several people have been sick both at school and at home. I have decided my best defense for the future lies in a bottle of whisky. I plan to take a drink at the days end to “clean” things out. Sure this may be an old wives tale, but the whisky is called “old friend” (that is not a translation) and I never want parasites again so I am going with it. A night cap a day will keep the parasite away.
Other than the parasites fiasco, I have been following the Xelaju (pronounced shay-la-who) soccer team. They are in the championships with the municipal team Los Rojos. I watched Xelaju lose the first half of the championships on Thursday night at a Mexican style restaurant appropriately called La Taqueria (it was kind of pricey, who would have thought?). The two teams will play the second half on Saturday night here in Xela and I hope for a win because it is really interesting to watch everyone get excited and there are a lot of fireworks when they win (also if they lose people get angry, in a bad way).
Te amo mucho!
Friday, May 7, 2010
Mi Primero Semana (my first week)
Tomorrow will officially mark my one week anniversary here in Xela, Guatemala. It has been a mostly good and definitely interesting several days.
I will begin at the beginning:
On May 1st I took a red eye flight from San Francisco to El Salvador and then an hour flight from El Salvador to Guatemala Ciudad. I arrived in Guatemala Ciudad in one piece, though thoroughly exhausted. Gilda (the contact person for the school) met me at the airport. I was a bit worried because I only had 30 minutes to catch the bus and I had to go to the bank to get Quetzales in order to ride said bus. Gilda kindly explained to me "now I am in Guatemala and it is time to relax". As she said, so it was. Well, mostly.
It is a four hour (mas o menos) bus ride (sans chickens) to Xela from Guatemala Ciudad. I attempted to look at the sites, but ended up falling asleep for most of it. When I arrived in Xela, Gilda had instructed me to use the pay phone at the bus station, a somewhat daunting task. I was to call the school and say "estoy aqui, soy Sarah" so they could pick me up and take me to my host family. It was all a bit awkward because it was loud at the bus station and I could not hear or totally understand the response very well, but I said "si" and hung up hoping for the best. Thankfully, Julie (one of the directors of the school) picked me up shortly thereafter and took me to my host family. This process was, in my opinion, somewhat rushed and confusing. Introductions went as follows: "Sarah, Lulu es tu mama" and that was it. Thankfully again, Lulu is a very nice and welcoming Guate-mama.
My Guate-familia:
Is comprised of Lulu, her husband Rudolfo, her three kids (who are more or less adults) named Sandra, Michelle, and David, la esposa de David (who happens to have a bun in the oven and I saw her vomit in the street last night), and Rupie the dog (also called el nino by Lulu). The house is a lot bigger than I imagined. There are three floors, relatively large common areas and multiple patios. Also, Lulu owns and operates a Lavanderia attached to the house (which makes doing my laundry a lot easier). There are always people coming and going but not in a sketchy way, more like a Lulu has a lot of friends way.
In the beginning, I was worried about the food because the first couple of meals were very limited. Since then however, there has been a different thing served for almost every meal. One thing I find interesting is that with EVERY meal tortillas are served. This includes occasions when the meal is pasta or potatoes. They are delicious corn tortillas so I have no problem with it. Also, they serve picante with most meals (this can mean many things). One is like a basic red salsa but another is a sort of pickled spicy thing with onions and carrots and peppers. The later gives me the hiccups but I like it. Breakfast is pretty basic (eggs and beans or cereal), but the lunches (served around 1:30PM) tend to be VERY large and the whole family comes home to eat together. I am usually starving by the time dinner comes around (8-9PM) and unfortunately it is not a big production. I am still trying to get used to the schedule here.
Lulu is a good cook and I am pleasantly surprised with each meal, my only complaint is with the beverage options. Apparently kool-aid is a good idea in Guatemala. Also, most Guatemalans drink instant coffee. Agua pura for me thanks. Also, I have yet to get full born parasites (well I don't think so anyway) but my stomach never really feels 100% and one of the most frequent topics among the students is food poisoning/parasites.
La Escuela:
Has gone well this week. Right now there are only approximately 15 people but apparently at the end of May there will be a couple of groups coming (summer is the hot time to learn Spanish apparently). Through the school I have met several awesome people and have established an ever changing social group of sorts. At the school each teacher has one student at a time for 5 hours a day. Each week my teacher will change unless I specifically request one.
This week I had Jeft. Yes J-e-f-t, a not very Guatemalan name. Something about his mother being Belgian or something. Not only is Jeft a great teacher (he speaks very clearly and coaches me well), but he is my age and we have similar interests which makes conversation easier/more interesting. Though the classes are helping, I end up spending several hours after school studying in addition to the 5 hours of class. There are lots of activities through the school (eg this week I went to a coffee plantation, the beach and learned merengue) so that keeps me busy too. One negative thing about language immersion has been the headaches and mental as well as physical exhaustion. I am just starting to be able to last through the day without taking a nap and I usually go to bed at the latest by 11PM.
So far, I have yet to volunteer. There are two reasons for this. One, quite simply, I am still adjusting to the place. Two, the way I thought volunteering with the school would be, is not so. I still intend to do some kind of volunteering, but it is not very organized, as are, I suppose, most things here. I am sure I will figure something out though.
In conclusion to this very long post, I am enjoying Xela, my schooling, and life. Thanks to everyone for their support. I miss you all and I will keep posting approximately once a week or so. Let me know how things are going with you!
xoxo,
Sarah
I will begin at the beginning:
On May 1st I took a red eye flight from San Francisco to El Salvador and then an hour flight from El Salvador to Guatemala Ciudad. I arrived in Guatemala Ciudad in one piece, though thoroughly exhausted. Gilda (the contact person for the school) met me at the airport. I was a bit worried because I only had 30 minutes to catch the bus and I had to go to the bank to get Quetzales in order to ride said bus. Gilda kindly explained to me "now I am in Guatemala and it is time to relax". As she said, so it was. Well, mostly.
It is a four hour (mas o menos) bus ride (sans chickens) to Xela from Guatemala Ciudad. I attempted to look at the sites, but ended up falling asleep for most of it. When I arrived in Xela, Gilda had instructed me to use the pay phone at the bus station, a somewhat daunting task. I was to call the school and say "estoy aqui, soy Sarah" so they could pick me up and take me to my host family. It was all a bit awkward because it was loud at the bus station and I could not hear or totally understand the response very well, but I said "si" and hung up hoping for the best. Thankfully, Julie (one of the directors of the school) picked me up shortly thereafter and took me to my host family. This process was, in my opinion, somewhat rushed and confusing. Introductions went as follows: "Sarah, Lulu es tu mama" and that was it. Thankfully again, Lulu is a very nice and welcoming Guate-mama.
My Guate-familia:
Is comprised of Lulu, her husband Rudolfo, her three kids (who are more or less adults) named Sandra, Michelle, and David, la esposa de David (who happens to have a bun in the oven and I saw her vomit in the street last night), and Rupie the dog (also called el nino by Lulu). The house is a lot bigger than I imagined. There are three floors, relatively large common areas and multiple patios. Also, Lulu owns and operates a Lavanderia attached to the house (which makes doing my laundry a lot easier). There are always people coming and going but not in a sketchy way, more like a Lulu has a lot of friends way.
In the beginning, I was worried about the food because the first couple of meals were very limited. Since then however, there has been a different thing served for almost every meal. One thing I find interesting is that with EVERY meal tortillas are served. This includes occasions when the meal is pasta or potatoes. They are delicious corn tortillas so I have no problem with it. Also, they serve picante with most meals (this can mean many things). One is like a basic red salsa but another is a sort of pickled spicy thing with onions and carrots and peppers. The later gives me the hiccups but I like it. Breakfast is pretty basic (eggs and beans or cereal), but the lunches (served around 1:30PM) tend to be VERY large and the whole family comes home to eat together. I am usually starving by the time dinner comes around (8-9PM) and unfortunately it is not a big production. I am still trying to get used to the schedule here.
Lulu is a good cook and I am pleasantly surprised with each meal, my only complaint is with the beverage options. Apparently kool-aid is a good idea in Guatemala. Also, most Guatemalans drink instant coffee. Agua pura for me thanks. Also, I have yet to get full born parasites (well I don't think so anyway) but my stomach never really feels 100% and one of the most frequent topics among the students is food poisoning/parasites.
La Escuela:
Has gone well this week. Right now there are only approximately 15 people but apparently at the end of May there will be a couple of groups coming (summer is the hot time to learn Spanish apparently). Through the school I have met several awesome people and have established an ever changing social group of sorts. At the school each teacher has one student at a time for 5 hours a day. Each week my teacher will change unless I specifically request one.
This week I had Jeft. Yes J-e-f-t, a not very Guatemalan name. Something about his mother being Belgian or something. Not only is Jeft a great teacher (he speaks very clearly and coaches me well), but he is my age and we have similar interests which makes conversation easier/more interesting. Though the classes are helping, I end up spending several hours after school studying in addition to the 5 hours of class. There are lots of activities through the school (eg this week I went to a coffee plantation, the beach and learned merengue) so that keeps me busy too. One negative thing about language immersion has been the headaches and mental as well as physical exhaustion. I am just starting to be able to last through the day without taking a nap and I usually go to bed at the latest by 11PM.
So far, I have yet to volunteer. There are two reasons for this. One, quite simply, I am still adjusting to the place. Two, the way I thought volunteering with the school would be, is not so. I still intend to do some kind of volunteering, but it is not very organized, as are, I suppose, most things here. I am sure I will figure something out though.
In conclusion to this very long post, I am enjoying Xela, my schooling, and life. Thanks to everyone for their support. I miss you all and I will keep posting approximately once a week or so. Let me know how things are going with you!
xoxo,
Sarah
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