by Julie Brod

This morning after eating French toast, we were introduced to two local agriculturalists  about the projects we will be involved with during our stay in Chajul. They spoke on Chajul’s current agricultural situation and the struggles the locals face in crop production.

One of the difficulties that local Guatemalans face when dealing with diversifying crop production is their families limited income. Other government programs have stressed the importance of incorporating more or different varieties of crops in their field operations. However, they have not been successful because people are unwilling to invest their money into new crops when their is not a model of diversity in their community.

Often locals have to see other locals doing the same practice, or else they will refer back to their original and older traditions of farming. This is where they have found that finding successful leaders within the community will help sustain the new agricultural practices the government wishes to implement.

This information has given our group a much broader understanding of agriculture in Chajul. 

Eating lunch in locals’ homes has put into perspective the challenges that Guatemalan women face on a daily basis regarding cooking and cleaning for their families.

In the evening, we discussed how different our lives are from Guatemalans. We discussed what we had seen and heard over the past few days in Chajul.

Truly, we have all been touched by our experiences here. It is our hope to touch the people of Chajul as they have touched us in our short stay here.

by Annalee Antoon

This morning, the first of many in Chajul, I lay in bed wide awake at 6 a.m. patiently awaiting breakfast at 8. Why am I up two hours early? Because the startling sound of bombs and cannons blasting woke me up. Along with my roommates, I lay there scared and confused. Eventually, I fell back asleep and woke up to a breakfast of beans, eggs, and corn tortillas. Was it a bad dream? No, just the locals celebrating with “bombas,” or fireworks, at all hours of the morning. Welcome to Chajul, Texas A&M! 

After a morning full of sounds that we are sure to get used to, we spent the morning learning what our life will be like for the next two weeks. Feeling a little overwhelmed by our busy and exciting schedule, we hiked up hill to the Limitless Horizons and Philanthropiece office.

On the way, we passed the butcher. Seeing cow tails hanging out of the window did nothing for my appetite and made me happy that we won’t be consuming much meat in this leg of our journey. Once we arrived,  the employees and students explain to us what they do for the organization, and we met the people that we would be working with on our projects.

As we walked around the town and saw sights that we would never dream of seeing in Texas: children playing in the streets, starving dogs, and a market that filled many blocks of the town.

Next, we made our way to the family of a Philanthropiece scholar’s home for lunch. I walked down the road until it ended and then cautiously stepped down several uneven cement blocks that acted as stairs until I saw the home in which I would be eating.

A wooden house on cinder blocks, a dirt floor, and cement blocks with wooden planks that served as a bed, this house was no larger than my room in my apartment in College Station.

Humbled, I sat at the table with three other students in silence. We ate a traditional Guatemalan lunch of Boxbol (bosh-bol), corn dough wrapped in a squash leaf then boiled for 20 minutes. Once our translator arrived, the only question that I could ask was if this family was aware of our lifestyle and if they knew they were in poverty.

His answer was that they have never seen what our lives are like unless they have watched an American movie. They are truly happy with nothing and know of no other life than the one that they live.

Being here is a constant reminder to for me to count my blessings, and I am forever thankful that I am a part of such an amazing trip.

by Josh Hardcastle

The car – no, let me rephrase that, the SUV (cars couldn’t handle this situation) –  jerked back and forth as we traversed down the rocky Guatemalan “road” (and I use that term loosely).

Jerk! My fellow passengers and I slid to the left.

Jerk! We were knocked to the right.

As I said, this was no road for any “weak” cars. It wasn’t a road for any weak stomach, either, unless it was doped up on Dramamine, and many were! We couldn’t stop, though; we were Aggies on a mission, bound and determined to get to an escuela in what seemed like the middle of nowhere.

Forty-five minutes later, we pulled up to in front of a small three-room schoolhouse. Children ran up to greet us, the “gringos” who had come to teach them about plants.

With two Junior Master Gardener activities in hand, we jumped out of our vehicles and prepared ourselves to teach two groups of Guatemalan children the importance of plants.

Thus, began our second battle, which was as rocky as a Guatemalan dirt road: a language barrier. However, we were not going to let this obstacle keep us from achieving our goal.

Our starting presentation went well (we thank our awesome bilingual travelers for that), but working one-on-one with the kids soon had us frantically pulling Spanish phrases out of the air.

“Sí, es una planta.”

“¡Muy bueno, chico!”

“¿Como se llama?”

(That’s all I’ve got for you…)

Somehow, we made it through, and the classroom was adorned with homemade Chia Pets and plant mobiles. Sad to see us go, the kids thanked us. Even sadder to leave, we bid them, “¡Adios!”.

Though we could barely communicate with these children, they truly touched my life. Somehow, some way, we were able to make a connection, and I know my time spent with them will remain with me in the years to come.

I guess this just goes to show you that great things happen when you don’t let obstacles stand in your way.

We survived the road and bypassed a language barrier; now, it’s time to tackle Chajul. We leave en la mañana. Please join us (virtually) if you have the chance!

by Annalee Antoon

Since the minute we arrived in Guatemala we have had more than interesting experiences. Saturday morning we met at 5:30am to begin our 25 day journey. With hundreds of pounds of suitcases, we made it to the airport just in time to grab coffee and get on the plane. Once we arrived, we found out that Christina’s bag had been lost and had to be tracked down. Finally, we got on a bus that took us from Guatemala City to the beautiful city of Antigua. Although the ride was beautiful, Kesley really started the trip when she got sick on the bus!

Once we got settled in “El Hostal”, we all got to know each other very well during our orientation. Laura and Jake, our guides (who are incredibly helpful and knowledgeable) took us to an amazing restaurant where the food was amazing and the lemonade was even better. That’s right, lemonade lovers. If you want the best, come to Guatemala! At dinner, we also enjoyed live music from an authentic Guatemalan band.  After dinner, it was bed time for some tired Aggies!

Sunday was an activity-filled day. It started with breakfast at El Hostal the quickly turned into a walking tour of Antigua with none other than Elizabeth Bell – a local tour guide and preservationist.  We saw ruins, crypts, churches, a jade museum, and a beautiful hotel. Next up was lunch at a small sandwich and smoothie shop which was run by an adventurous Californian couple. After a siesta at the hotel, we head back out for dinner and a salsa dancing lesson. Learning to dance was an experience to say the least!

Monday marked the transition from the orientation period of the trip to the service portion. Once again our day began with an amazing breakfast at El Hostal. Dale Rogers of the Borlaug Institute met us and took us to AGTEC (Borlaug’s Guatemalan headquarters) where we learned about organic farming practices and Guatemalan culture. Most of the day was spent in the garden, putting our knowledge into action and learning to make organic fungicides and pesticides.

After we left, we made a stop in the town of Pastores to get custom boots made – only as true Aggies would do! After a long day, dinner was more than welcomed, and we celebrated Cera’s 21st birthday with a beautiful cake from a local bakery. Exhausted, we made it back to the hotel in time to have a quick reflection and make a contract with each other. Included in the contract we made sure to hold each other accountable for staying engaged and keeping a positive attitude. We have decided that the theme of our trip is “Choose your Attitude,” meaning that we all have the right to dictate how our trip goes. By choosing a positive attitude every day, we will not only help to keep a healthy energy within our group, but our personal experience will be enhanced.

Tonight, Tuesday, as I sit in the beautiful courtyard of El Hostal writing this, I keep back spacing and re-wording everything. I become frustrated in doing this and realize that I feel this way because my experience is too amazing to put into words.

Today, we went deep into the highlands of Guatemala to help a community of farmers build a greenhouse. This was our first experience with the real living conditions of Guatemala. As we winded up and down roads for what seemed like an eternity, it was clear that a major limiting factor to agriculture was the infrastructure. There is simply no way for one of these farmers to bring his crops to market. Saddened and humbled by what we saw, it was a true reminder of the role that service leadership plays in our lives. Alone, we have the ability to make a difference in peoples lives and holding that kind of power is an amazing thing.

On the way back we encountered a problem when the road became washed over with heavy rain waters, and we had to wait out the flood before crossing the road.

I am now more excited than ever to offer all that I can to the people of Chajul for the next two and a half weeks. It will be a blessing and a learning experience, and I am forever thankful for the opportunity to learn in such an environment.  Feeling a little overwhelmed by today’s activities and experiences, the thought of laying down in my bed is taking over. Until next time, Adios!