As a volunteer with OB since early September, I’m a little delayed on posting about life’s trials and tribulations in Guatemala. Blame it on the persistent rain and now, the widespread damage to all roads leading in and out of Panajachel. While the rains haven’t exactly affected my internet connection or work responsibilities, I do suggest you check out photos of the mudslides that have destroyed homes and left our queridas facilitators stranded in Pana, unable to return to their families until the roads are cleared.
Preamble aside, I’ve decided to switch things up in this post. Instead of recounting my experience in Panajachel, our Field Supervisor, Lucia Chavez, shares some observations about her recent trip to the United States with OB community members Rosa F. Garcia (Patanatic) and Yolanda Calgua (Quiejel) and Executive Director Ramona Kirschenman. The four women returned to Guatemala last week after a whirlwind trip to the Midwest where Rosa and Yolanda presented their beautiful rugs at the Anderson Center exhibition “Mary Anne Wise & Friends: The Art of the Hooked Rug.” In addition to the exhibition arranged by Mary Anne Wise and Jody Slocum, the women also visited the Minneapolis Institute of Art to view huipiles (traditional blouses) from the early 20th century, attended a Hot Flashes concert and mass at the Minneapolis Basilica, gave presentations at the Textile Center and University of Wisconsin (Eau Claire), met with Native American women, and reunited with former OB volunteer and Watson Fellow Mady Kreider Carlson. And of course, there was the requisite trip the Mall of America and a roller coaster ride.
And now, Lucia tells us how strange Americans really are or in her words, “not at all.” By now she’s used to their peculiarities after having worked with many Americans in OB. “One of the things that surprised me about the people (in the United States) is that they were proud of us, proud of walking with us. They appreciated and valued our presence. It’s incredible; there was a strong connection even with those who could not speak to us (in Spanish). They expressed everything with a smile and without any words there is so much to be said.” This connection was something Lucia mentioned over and over again and while it certainly reflects her warm demeanor (we’ve bonded right?), she believes there is more to it. For her, it’s the act of opening ourselves up and inviting others into our lives that creates a resilient bond. She added, reflecting on the difference between Mady she knew in Guatemala and the Mady she saw on this trip, “in the United States she has a car and a relatively comfortable life, but she came to Guatemala. She walked with us through the rain, shivering. One feels the harmony between people – when you come here to share with us and when we go to the United States. I was welcomed and cared for.” Impressive to know that Americans are regarded as friendly and welcoming…Perhaps it’s just the Midwesterners.
Another important memory from the trip was the visit to the Textile Center. While viewing ceremonial huipiles from the 1950s, Lucia “wanted to cry. It was incredible – one feels an energy seeing these relics that are so well preserved. I never knew a place like this existed when I was younger and now I want my daughters to have the same opportunity. We cannot go to a museum like the Textile Center in Guatemala and while on the one hand it’s disheartening, I see how these things are looked after in the United States and I am not sure that would happen in Guatemala.” The opportunity to see historic Guatemalan artifacts underscored Lucia’s commitment to her children’s education. For her, the lack of opportunity and more importantly, the lack of knowledge have impeded development in Guatemala and for that reason; she wants her children to learn as much as possible in order to have opportunities and advocate change.
Having missed her children so much, Lucia returned not only with the loving embrace of a mother, but with presents: “I brought back a few stones from the Mississippi and gave them to each one of my children. I told them that there were responsible for returning the stones one day.” Until they make it back to the Mississippi, Lucia’s children will take care of their presents and their mom now that she’s finally home.
- Lucia and Shilpa



Only in Guatemala would I spend six hours on a couch doing absolutely nothing, and not feel like I was missing out on life. Granted, this is not any ordinary couch- it has been deemed by Eddie Branchaud to be the most comfortable couch in the world. I agree, but that’s not why I sat there for so long last Saturday. This couch rests ten feet away from the shore of Lake Atitlan, giving its occupants miles of glassy water, three volcanoes, endless sky and multi-colored clouds to ponder. In the midst of all that is happening down here, all the exciting but exhausting adventures we’re having, the endlessly stimulating but circular conversations about development and microfinance, I desperately needed a day to sort out my thoughts. So I take back the assertion that I was doing absolutely nothing- I really spent six hours attempting the impossible task of making sense of this place.


The Casa Kakchiquel is under construction. The sounds of drills and hammers mix with the roar of tuc-tucs driving by outside, giving one a sense of continuous motion, continuous improvement. Sitting in the shared common room in the middle of the house, where Nikki and I have set up camp, I can see wood planks being put together outside one by one, and I see every OB employee pass by on their way to and from the communities. Sometimes Oxlajuj B’atz seems to embody the space we are located in; the organization is still in the process of constructing itself, continuously moving forward with the implementation of every grass-root project that will hopefully contribute to our overall goals of development. However unlike the Casa Kakchiquel, our construction will not be completed in a couple months, or even a couple of years. Our mission will not be complete until the women’s cooperatives are self-sufficient and the education we are teaching them is self-perpetuating, but even then the women themselves will hopefully continue to evolve. For the past couple weeks I have become familiar with all of the different building blocks that make up Oxlajuj B’atz and looking for ways to continue developing them.





