I thought that I wouldn’t have too much more to say for a while, since Saturday was just spent in transit. But I met a few more very interesting people while traveling home, and I wanted to share their stories.
On the way from Antigua to the airport, I took a shared shuttle that continued on to other cities in Guatemala after dropping a few of us off at the airport. One of those other passengers was a young girl from Newton, Massachusetts, who has been living in the city of Quetzaltenago (Xela) for a few months. I never even learned her name but she explained to me that she completed 3 semesters at Haverford College and then decided to take a year off because she can’t decide what she wants to study. Not because she hasn’t found anything that she likes; rather there are so many varied subjects interest her: languages, neuroscience, chemistry, cultural linguistics. So to improve her Spanish and get some life experience, she is living with a host family in Xela for a few months and volunteering in a veterinary clinic. Then she will spend a few months volunteering in Gabon, West Africa so she can improve her French. This girl couldn’t have been more than 19 or 20 years old but I was really struck by her maturity and self assurance. When I think of myself at that age, I couldn’t imagine having had the courage to take on such challenges. Who am I kidding, I couldn’t imagine it now!
When I arrived at my gate at the airport, I ran into John, who I had met the week before on bus from the airport to Antigua. We shared stories of our very different experiences in Guatemala and talking to him made the time pass quickly. He got upgraded to first class (and I didn’t!) so I didn’t see him again after boarding the plane.
On the flight I was seated on the aisle. In the middle seat was a 67 year old tiny indiginous campesino from the mountains of Guatemala who was on his way to visit his son in Trenton, New Jersey. I never learned his name, so I will call him el Jefe (the Boss), which how my other seatmate referred to him. Seated by the window was Cristobal, a Guatemalan man in his 50s who has lived in Union City, New Jersey for over 20 years and was retuning home from visiting his elderly mother in Guatelmala City. He was very friendly and outgoing and chatted with both me and el Jefe throughout the flight. Even though Cristobal spoke English well, we all spoke exclusively in Spanish and he seemed very proud and excited that I enjoyed visiting his country and speaking his language so much. On this 4 1/2 hour flight, I had the Spanish immersion experience that was lacking for so much of my trip! It was touching to see how Cristobal took el Jefe under his wing, writing out the phonetic spelling of some common English phrases for him, and helping him complete the customs and integration forms. As we were exiting the plane, el Jefe took out a small plastic bag of peanuts to share with us. He poured about half of the bag into Critobal’s backpack, then closed up the bag and handed it to me. I politely tried to refuse but he was insistant, saying that it was because we had shared the trip with him. I was really so moved that this man who most likely has nothing ( in a material sense), was so generous with total strangers. Unfortunately, we all ended up on different lines going through immigration and since I finished much more quickly as a US citizen, I didn’t see either of them again at baggage claim. So I never had the opportunity to say good bye to my 2 new Guatemalan friends.
On the bus from Newark Airport to Port Authority, I started chatting to the woman seated behind me (OK, to be totally honest, I was complaining about how long it was taking for the bus to leave, how tired I was, and how much I needed to go to the bathroom). It turned out that she also lives on the upper west side, so we decided to share a cab from the bus terminal. In the taxi I learned that she works as a theater manager/producer, so we started talking about theater, which I absolutely love. We didn’t exchange contact information, but she was someone else that I had fun talking to and was happy to meet.
It’s funny how a day that consisted of nothing more than getting from one place to another ended up being so enjoyable. Ttraveling alone makes me much more open to meeting new people and and this openess turned what could have been just an exhausting shlep into a great day.