Monday, May 30, 2011

Tecpan


On Saturday we left the tourist town of Antigua for the highland town of Tecpan (60,000 people).  As we left Antigua and began our ascent through the mountains, I could see the contrast almost immediately.  Unlike the brightly painted buildings with red adobe tiled roofs, the buildings and homes were small and made out of scrap tin.  The landscape changed from a bustling city to acres of farmland planted by hand.  About an hour later, we arrived in Tecpan at a hotel recommended to us by one of the interns at the clinic Thomas is partnering with.  I’m hoping that the branch of the hotel the intern stayed at is different from the one we entered because I’m fairly certain this hotel could double as a brothel.   The room we entered was poorly lit, darkly painted, and the two large beds were covered with dark pink silk comforters with fabric roses popping out of the center of a heart, not to mention the door to the room was about as strong as a door to a bedroom.  Needless to say, Thomas and I did not feel comfortable in this hotel and promptly began the search for a new hotel.  Luckily, there was a hotel that felt much more secure just down the road and as a bonus they did NOT have the brothel linens.  



After securing our belongings in out new hotel room, we decided to take a walk around the center of the town. Although the city still showed some signs of damage from the earthquakes, and the buildings lacked the rustic elegance of Antigua, Tecpan felt normal.  The people were not putting on a show for us, they were going about their daily lives. Children played tag on the side streets and the women in their traditional clothes walked in groups with their babies on their backs. Hardly anyone approached us to buy something from them; in fact, we were warmly greeted with a “buenas” by many people passing us by. I’m very excited to be staying here in Tecpan despite it being off the beaten path.


For those of you back home, I thought I would entertain you with some things I am still getting used to about Guatemala and Tecpan…

  1. The large number of emaciated dogs roaming the streets-  It’s not so much the dogs that take getting used to, but the fact that none of the locals here seem to notice the dogs.
  2. With the dogs comes having to watch where you step when you walk down the street.  Not only does there tend to be garbage you can step in but dog poop as well. 
  3. The number of children.  It seems as though every women of child-bearing age has a baby- not a toddler, but a baby- majority of whom are carried on their backs.  There are also a lot of children roaming the streets at odd hours of the day.  The worst are the young shoe-shine boys that are way too young to be working the street.
  4.  Women breast-feeding- I understand that the babies have to eat, but I’m used to women in the U.S. being slightly more discreet.
  5. Cold Showers- well actually, our shower isn’t cold.  There is a water heater; but in order for the heater to effectively heat the water, almost no water can come out.  So it’s a choice: cold shower or hot shower with barely any water (I chose the latter).  


… I’ll add more as I think of them.  

Thomas’s Thoughts on Iximche

So I volunteered to post something on the ruins at Iximche since I seemed to the find the history a bit more engaging than Jill. And now that I am going back to the top of this post to write this quick intro, I apparently wrote way too much for my “audience” but I believe someone out there will appreciate it. And if not, at least I’ll be able to remember the highlights of what our wonderful guide Marvin taught us. Marvin is the “adopted” son of my Emphasis project mentor (who I have even more respect for after chatting with Marvin), grew up fascinated by the ruins and reading history books there nearly every day, played semi-pro soccer for a few years, and is now a 29 year old who is about to finish up his archeology thesis while working at a call center in the evenings. He will be the first male Kaqchikel archeologist on top of being a well-accomplished athlete who now competes internationally in running and triathlons. Marvin lives in Guatemala City and made the trip out to Tecpan to personally teach us about the ruins where he has spent a good chunk of his life exploring. Needless to say, we were very fortunate to have such a knowledgeable and genuinely personable individual teach us about the ruins at Iximche. It’s because of Marvin that I am so excited to introduce you to the Kaqchikel Mayan history. His enthusiasm for his own indigenous roots and its rich history is truly contagious. Without him, Iximche would have just been another set of ruins.

Though Tecpan is little known to tourists in Guatemala, some do happen to find their way to the underemphasized (though historically very significant) ruins at Iximche just a couple kilometers from Tecpan. When the Spanish explorers lead by Pedro Alvarado descended from Mexico into Central America in 1524, they found their way to the Kaqchikel Mayan capital now referred to as Iximche—though not the true name of the capital. Translated into English, Iximche means “corn tree” and refers to a tree thought to have been of particular value to the Kaqchikel Mayans during seasons of drought when corn did not grow well. During these tough times, the Mayans would grind up the dried beans from these trees to make flour for their tortillas.

When the Spanish arrived, the Kaqchikel Mayans embraced the Spaniards for their white skin and horses. At first, the Kaqchikel Mayans thought that the never-before-seen horses were just oversized deer. Therefore, to this day the word for horse and deer is the same in the Kaqchikel language. Upon arrival into the capital surrounded by a canyon on three sides, Pedro Alvarado formed a strategic alliance with the Kaqchikel Mayans against their rivals, the Quiche Mayans from whom they had separated about 50 years prior. As we all expect, the alliance between the Spaniards and the Kaqchikel Mayans would be short lived as Pedro Alvarado formed alliances against other Mayan ethnicities against the Kaqchikel kingdom. The relationship between the two nations became increasingly tense as Pedro Alvarado demanded that the Kaqchikel provide him gold after seeing the gold crowns and necklaces that the royalty wore. Interestingly enough, Guatemala does not have easily accessible gold and it is believed that the limited gold found in the Mayan ruins were imported from South America.

When the Spaniards arrived to Iximche, they founded Tecpan, which was the first capital of Guatemala. However, in that period all of Central America was called Guatemala and therefore this easily overlooked town is actually the first capital of Central America. To add a little more detail, the name Guatemala is based on an Aztec word Quauhtemallan, meaning forest land. The use of this name originated at Iximche. Adding to the relationship between the Mayans from Central America and the Aztecs from Mexico is the fact that their drawings are incredibly similar. As a result, many archeologists believe that Central Americans come from Mexico.


We were very fortunate to have Marvin show us around the ruins as he told us things that even the locals so easily overlook when studying the ruins. Most surprising, Marvin refuted the idea that is so often taught in grade school (and even college) that the losers of the ball games were sacrificed. Marvin noted that this idea emerged from the well-known Mexican ruins in Chichen Itza due to the proximity between a ball court and a sacrificial area. However, the proximity does not exist in other Mayan ruins. Additionally, Marvin and his mentors have realized that those who played the ball game were very well respected individuals within the Mayan culture. Instead of being a game of life or death, the Mayan ball game is now believed to be a religious event since it would not make any sense to kill such respected and socially beneficial participants.

To complement the sacred serenity of the Mayan ruins, we finished our tour with observing some Guatemalan motorcycle drag racing that finished at the park entrance. Of course, no Latin American sporting event would be authentic without tall models wearing excessively tight yellow pants and a bikini top. In actuality, watching the drag race was more of a chance to kill the time since the drag race closed down the street and prevented us from catching a microbus ride home. During the moments we didn’t worry about the drag racers having to break quickly before potentially crashing into a line of cars trying to leave the park, we patiently supplemented the time chatting about strategies Marvin could use to someday attract more tourism to Tecpan to bolster the local economy by getting tourists to spend more time in the Tecpan area rather than quickly passing through Iximche en route to Antigua or Panajachel (hippie-town Guatemala). We finished the day having a long conversation at a restaurant, which was a great chance to learn about his own personal history as an indigenous student trying to move up the unstable Guatemalan social ladder and his experiences growing up during the Guatemalan civil war.

Enough said. Hope I didn’t bore you too much with all the history. If so, I don’t blame you. I’ve never been much of a history buff either except in unique cases such as this.


Friday, May 27, 2011

Antigua

A lot has happened in the past few days.  I’ve decided to write one blog, but I will break it up by day.

The public basins

Convent at La Merced 


Wednesday: Thomas and I decided to take a walking tour around Antigua following the travel book we brought with us.  It was a great way to see the highlights of the town.  My favorite part of the day was seeing the public basins where women still come to wash their clothing on occasion.  Near these public basins, there were several street vendors grilling food and selling tacos.  We decided to buy a light lunch from one of the vendors.  We got a chicken leg/thigh, tortillas, salsa, and guacamole for about $2.60!  We also had the opportunity to see a funeral procession, which was quite interesting.  There must have been at least 200 people all wearing some shade of black following the pall-bearers carrying the casket, and at the back of the procession there was a 12-piece band playing music.











Thursday: Thomas and I had plans to go shopping in two smaller towns just outside of Antigua.  The first town, San Felipe, is supposed to be known for its jade, silver, and ceramics.  When we arrived in San Felipe, there was a small market set up outside the church in the center of town.  Much to our dismay, the place was practically deserted except for some people selling food and some t-shirts—apparently market day is the only day they sell their crafts.  We quickly decided to leave and come back to the town on Saturday, their market day.  The next town on our stop was Pastores, a town our guide-book claimed is known for its leather work.  We took our next mode of transportation, a tuk-tuk (a smaller 3-wheeled taxi), to this small town that really consisted of about 2 blocks lined with boot-shops.  Once again, we were sadly disappointed because we were not interested in boots, despite their beautiful craftsmanship, but were looking for other products.  After walking the length of the town looking for a taxi or tuk-tuk to take us back to Antigua, we decided to take the local bus, which was our only alternative to walking.  Needless to say, Thursday’s shopping excursion was rather disappointing, but on the positive side, we got to experience almost all modes of ground-transportation in a matter of a few hours!



Jill and Thomas on the volcano

View of Volcan Pacaya 
Friday:  Today was an amazing day!  Thomas and I woke up early to catch a 6am shuttle (arranged though a travel agency) to Volcán Pacaya, a still active volcano near Antigua.  The shuttle drove up a bumpy, winding road for about 1 hour until we arrived at the base of the volcano.  When we stepped out of the shuttle, we were surrounded with children selling walking sticks for 5 quetzals. Despite the children claiming they “were necessary” for the hike, we decided not to purchase any, although many in our group did.  Then, we proceeded on our steep hike up the volcano.  Thomas and I started out at the back and we noticed a large group of people riding or leading horses behind us.  When I turned around to get a better look at the horses, one of the locals asked me “taxi natural?” (natural taxi).  Apparently it is pretty common for out-of-shape foreigners to start the trek and then pay to ride a horse the rest of the way up the volcano.  After a little over an hour of hiking up hill, we reached our stopping point.  Although there was no lava, our tour-guide showed us areas where you could feel the warmth coming up from under the ground.  We were even able to roast marshmallows in one of the holes!  The morning was really fun, but Thomas and I were quite tired by the end of the trip.  We decided to have a nice dinner in one of the restaurants in Antigua to celebrate our last night before traveling to Tecpan tomorrow.  
"Taxi Natural"