On the left is a picture of our school Casa Xelaju (Shay-la-hoo). Hunter, Cole and I are staying at a house just two blocks down the hill on a cobblestone street. Our hostess pulled her small Honda into a garage door along a row of stucco buildings. We arrived in a courtyard exactly the size of the car. In front of us at the end of the triangular shaped courtyard where tall step
s to a second floor of the house and on to the third floor. Our hostess explained that she lived upstairs and that we were staying with her daughter and her three year old grandson in her daughter´s house on the second floor. We entered a spacious apartment with hard tile floors throughout. A combined living room and dining room with a wood door separating the
kitchen. A hall with a bath to the left and two bedrooms on the right and a master bedroom and bath on the left. At the end of the hall a door leads to a rooftop courtyard with a small flower garden, metal swings and a two concrete outbuildings, one housing the laundry and one, a one room apartment housing another student. Beyond the kitchen is another bedroom and small bath for another student. The rooftop courtyard is sunny and a maid dressed in Mayan clothing sweeps the courtyard. More stairs off the courtyard lead to the third floor apartment of our hostess´mother. The picture on the right shows the courtyard stairs to the upstairs house. Two single beds for Hunter and Cole and a single for me in adjoining bedroom. Our hostess, Monica, is very nice and her three year old, Andres, very shy with us but very playful with his ma
ma and abuela. Hunter and Cole´s room is f
illed with Sesame Street linens, a small television with children´s shows like Dora (of course) all in Spanish. I even have a Dora bedspread. In fact, we each have about five thin blankets as it gets cold at night. We are in one of the better, bigger houses with fewer occupants than most. Landon visits the next morning. He is staying in a house, in one room, with three other students and there are about ten family members in the host family. He likes it, they are nice, and the mother makes chocolate for a living.
On the left is a picture of our school Casa Xelaju (Shay-la-hoo). Hunter, Cole and I are staying at a house just two blocks down the hill on a cobblestone street. Our hostess pulled her small Honda into a garage door along a row of stucco buildings. We arrived in a courtyard exactly the size of the car. In front of us at the end of the triangular shaped courtyard where tall step
s to a second floor of the house and on to the third floor. Our hostess explained that she lived upstairs and that we were staying with her daughter and her three year old grandson in her daughter´s house on the second floor. We entered a spacious apartment with hard tile floors throughout. A combined living room and dining room with a wood door separating the
kitchen. A hall with a bath to the left and two bedrooms on the right and a master bedroom and bath on the left. At the end of the hall a door leads to a rooftop courtyard with a small flower garden, metal swings and a two concrete outbuildings, one housing the laundry and one, a one room apartment housing another student. Beyond the kitchen is another bedroom and small bath for another student. The rooftop courtyard is sunny and a maid dressed in Mayan clothing sweeps the courtyard. More stairs off the courtyard lead to the third floor apartment of our hostess´mother. The picture on the right shows the courtyard stairs to the upstairs house. Two single beds for Hunter and Cole and a single for me in adjoining bedroom. Our hostess, Monica, is very nice and her three year old, Andres, very shy with us but very playful with his ma
ma and abuela. Hunter and Cole´s room is f
illed with Sesame Street linens, a small television with children´s shows like Dora (of course) all in Spanish. I even have a Dora bedspread. In fact, we each have about five thin blankets as it gets cold at night. We are in one of the better, bigger houses with fewer occupants than most. Landon visits the next morning. He is staying in a house, in one room, with three other students and there are about ten family members in the host family. He likes it, they are nice, and the mother makes chocolate for a living.
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