San Andres Xecul

Today, instead of school, we went to the church at San Andres Xecul, a giant church painted a primary color yellow, with blues and greens and saints and doves and all sorts of designs. From the school bus, decked out with silver grill and flashy colors, we got into the back of a pick-up truck, where we held on and had the wind in our hair for a few minutes until San Andres. Great way to travel.

Once in the town, I talked to a man shelling peas, who hailed from Xela, but who asked me a million questions while laughing good humourdly, and laughed especially I think when I left him and said ¨buen provecho¨, which you are only supposed to say after a meal. From the giant yellow church, full of bloody, white saints, we walked up the steep town road, past an open building where girls washed clothes at cement wash boards (and who laughed at us) to a second, smaller yellow church (blue, green, moss, doves) where Luis, our teacher told us, it used to be indiginous (small church) verse Spaniards (big church).

There was a cross at the top, where a group of people burned incense and had a pretty big fire going. There was a tienda too, and japanese peanuts, salty corn and funny chocolatey things were bought. Plus juice boxes shaped like triangles. Then we walked back down and went home.