Wedding and Wounds

Saturday was so fun. My friend Pepe is a fireman and one of his fireman buddies (bombero=fireman...word of the day!) was getting married and I got to go! It was really cool to see a Guatie wedding, it wasn't super unlike other Catholic weddings I've been to (oh yeah except for the fact that it was in Spanish), but they did a few cool things. When the couple left the church they had a firehose on either side making a big water arc that they ran through. It was so cute.


Then we went to this reception and I honestly have never received so many dirty looks. It's cuz I'm a gringa (girl from the US) and Guat girls are very possessive and jealous (or so Pepe told me). He told me that he'd never seen anything like it when I walked in to the reception. Once I talked to them the girls were really sweet, but they just have these wierd ideas about women from the US! Trust me, I'm not trying to steal your men. I think Guatemalan women are some of the most beautiful women I've ever seen so they really don't have anything to worry about. Anyhow it was cool, we sat at the table with all the firemen and their girls and ate and talked.


Even though Pepe speaks really good English I made him speak Spanish the whole time. Proud of me? K so that was Saturday. Sunday I didn't do a whole lot, except suffer one of the most painful injuries of my life! No I'm not joking. We went to Fernando's house (the SI man) to make pizzas, and as I get off the bus I start crossing the street and no joke this little blue car comes out of NOWHERE! So idiot Crista books it like a loser across the street super exaggerated-like to be funny right? Yeah bad idea. Member what the streets are like around here? My sandal catches and I honestly slam into the ground on this gravely nasty stuff. I was laughing but was in tons of pain. K so I'm bleeding a little but I didn't think it was that bad.



Then when we got to Fernando's I couldn't clean it well enough and there were all these rocks embedded in my skin, so I decided to go to the doctor's house (yeah the same one I went to at the beginning). She starts cleaning my hand out and I start to get dizzy and am understanding less and less Spanish. I tell her I need to sit down so I go up the stairs to the couch, but the next thing I remember I'm kneeling on the ground with my head on the couch and there's people helping me up. Once I sit down the doctor's face comes into focus and she's telling me I need to go on weight control. I was so confused...that's not the type of thing that you usually say to people right after they faint...until I realized that it was because she and her boyfriend had been trying to lift me off the floor...unsuccessfully. Crap not only do I frequently wet myself and damage my body acting stupid for attention, I'm enormous. The doctor's so sweet, she brought me back up to her room and I took a nap on her bed, then she finished cleaning out my wounds. Seriously I'm such a baby. It probably didn't help that I hadn't eaten all day except Corn Pops (gotta have my pops!) I felt like such a loser, that night I was laying in bed in so much pain and I kept going "Jesus hurt worse than this, Jesus hurt worse than this!" For some reason it didn't console me that much.

Here I am applying anesthesia the next morning (please note the morning hair) so I can clean out my booboo. First it was funny and of course I loved the attention (pobresita!!!) and now it's just frickin' annoying. I can't dress myself and I get Neosporin and puss all over everything. I just hope it's better by this weekend when we go to the beach!