My New Spanish School
Day 322
Quetzaltenango, Guatemala
I’m on day 2 of my Spanish language lessons and I’m quite happy with my progress. It seems I haven’t been quite so lazy after all and have been slowly absorbing the language during my time in Mexico. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
My teacher Rosario is a cute little lawyer in training and she’s been pushing verbs into my brain for the last couple of days. The school isn’t very busy but myself, and few more students, went out on a excursion this afternoon to a local village. My first time on a yellow school bus too!
We wandered through the market before checking out a church from the 15th century and then heading to a local weavers house. Apparently it takes him 6 weeks to make one section of cloth! He happily gave us a go too which was fun but I wouldn’t want to do that for more than a few minutes.
After dinner I chatted to Romero about my job and car. He seemed very interested for some reason. I was just happy to practice my Spanish so when he asked if I wanted to go for a drive I agreed.
He has a taxi which he works in and a very dilapidated pick up truck. It took him 5 minutes to get it started. He then drove around to see a few friends but no one was home. On our way back to the house we just couldn’t get up one of the banks on the way. Car engine trouble I thought…
The road was a busy one and cars and trucks were blasting their horns as they drove past but we couldn’t get over the intersection to the other side. The problem was … no fuel. We wound up rolling backwards to where we could turn around. Then we headed down a steep main street on the wrong side of the road before eventually rolling into a gas station where Romero bought 0.71 liters of fuel.
The pick up was due to be scrapped the next day and we just needed enough to get us home. Its nice to be alive 