Personal Narrative: A Woman In Guatemala

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It’s almost been a full week here in Honduras and I have found that I have not missed home yet. If anything I feel very at home here because of how friendly everyone I have met has been. It was our first free day and it was a day well spent! Today after breakfast, I met Julia who is Mr. Carlos’ wife. Julia has a son in my 4th grade class, Marco, and a daughter Daniela who is in 3rd grade. Julia came over to give some of us manicures and pedicures. Although I did not get either, I still spent the entire morning talking with Julia and the girls. Julia also brought Daniela with her who helped her throughout the morning. Julia is a very nice woman. She is very hard working and really kind. Since she did not speak English, I work as being a translator for some of the girls. I have found that while being on this trip I have been the translator a lot. Unlike some people though, this does not bother me one bit. If anything I very much appreciate getting the chance to speak Spanish more. The reason for this is …show more content…
It was such a joy a pleasure getting the chance to hear them sing and play music round the fire. Sitting there and hearing them felt so surreal. It felt as if it were a scene from a movie where you watch the family bonding by singing campfire songs. This was just like that! It was amazing hearing how good Marco is at playing the guitar and he’s so young! Although we had already eaten, Julia was so nice she prepared some snacks for us. She made a mango pico that was delicious! I had never tried something like that ever and it was very good. Julia and Carlos were telling Talitha and I that there are over seven different types of mangos! Many of which were right in their backyard. Since I stayed much later then some of the other girls, I got the chance to try the Honduran beer, which was rather tasty. Talitha and I also had more time to play and sing with the family, which was a lot of

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