I remember waking up in Guatemala and seeing a blonde woman named Lola running toward our car screaming "papa Joe!" then dozing off once more. The next morning I woke up in our small, one room house, with four beds, a tiny bathroom, and a kitchen counter and sink.
After I had seen that all my toys had made it safely into the house I decided to go for a little walk around the compound, when suddenly I see three children playing soccer with MY ball! I look at those children indignantly, then quietly said: "My ball..." And looked at their feet. One of those boys understood me, (Who later I found out was the directors son, and my first heart throb.) and kicked me the ball and I quickly picked it up and ran back to my house.
We met a young woman named Pricilla, her family had lived in the states for a few years so she was fluent in English. My mother asked her one day if she would give us Spanish classes, she said she was more than happy to, and we quickly started our Spanish classes. Let's just say, I loved the classes, as did my mother, my brother, and my sister, but my father hated the classes. Up to this day he still makes up his own words that sort of sound like Spanish expecting Guatemalans to understand.
One day my father took my sister and I to buy a fridge. At the fridge store we saw this adorable young puppy with bright blue eyes, she peed all over the place when she saw us, (It seems animals like to pee when they see us.) and a few weeks later the fridge people gave us their puppy. Her name was Sally and she looked just like me. The only problem with her though was that she liked to chase, and bite toads.
The toads on the coast have these glands on their skin, that leaks out this white, bitter substance. Anyways one night I'm fast asleep in my bed dreaming of...what ever, when I hear my mom scream "SHE'S RABID!"
I quickly sit up and look at Sally foaming at the mouth, I then proceed to faint.
Once I am conscious I find out that it she was just foaming from the liquid the toads leak.
In December of 2002, my grandparents came down with a team of 40 people. Just before they came though, I had gone swimming in a dirty river and had gotten these disgusting sores all over my body. See as I child (Even as a near adult) I tend to fall quite frequently, so when I got into this disgusting river, the water infected my sores. My grandmother would put vinegar on them once a day, and I would go running around the compound screaming my head off.
There were two young girls on the team, which I immediately made friends with. I was so happy to finally have some friends down here in Guatemala, even if they were only staying for a few weeks. We would play barbies together, play with Sally, eat fudge, all those wonderful things little girls do together. One day I found them sitting in a hammock with Sally talking, and I heard them say my name.
I asked them what they were talking about, and they told me their moms said they couldn't play with me anymore because my sores might be contagious. (Which is absolutely absurd.)
I quickly removed Sally from their arms and said. "If you can't play with me, you cannot play with my puppy." and ran to my house.
It turns out my mom was giving the rest of the team a tour of the whole compound that day, so as I'm sitting on my bed sobbing my eyes out a large group of people walks into my house gasping and asking what's wrong.