My Aching Feet and Pan Therapy

I decided I could eat all the pan I wanted today. “Why?” you may wonder. Did she have a gluten craving? Did she go to a pan festival? Did she throw belly fat caution to the wind? Although these are all valid reasons to eat a bunch of pan, they are not correct. No – today I was tricked into almost walking ten miles in a pair of toms. Uphill ( yes, both ways. You may not think that is feasible but by carefully manipulating the route taken, anything is possible.)

            Let me start at the beginning of this surprise trek. Today Jill ( my coordinator, a distance underestimating Canadian apparently with legs of steel) took me to la cuchilla, which is a school in Zona 9 of Xela. (This was my first clue – I live in zona 1.) She said it was a bit of a walk, but I’m ok with that. I'm working off my pan.  We passed El Nahual ( The community center I’m volunteering with – they also send volunteers to teach English in local middle and elementary schools, which is why I was going to la cuchilla) and I’m like, Ok, not too far now. We keep going. And going. And then we finally turn off the highway, and in the distance on top of a hill I can see a huge Mormon church. Just past the church, says Jill.  She means way past the church.

This is what the mormon temple looks like from the highway.

            I make it through three hours of sixth graders making fun of my accent ( another story) and then I start to head home for lunch. I get a text from Jill – can you go back and teach at la cuchilla again at three? Guess who decided to prove she’s tough and agrees.

            Long story short, I almost fell asleep in the directors office at la cuchilla at 3:30, and on the way home I decided that I didn’t care how long the bus ride was going to be, or how expensive it was. I caught the bus, but it still dropped me a mile from my house. And I just ate four pieces of pan.

            So, almost two round trips to la cuchilla? Turns out, according to Googlemaps, that is 7.8 miles. If I hadn’t taken the bus, it would have been ten. I think Jill is sending me a message about exercise habits. 

p.s. Speaking of long distances, I just bought my tickets for Burma in February! Yay!

pan: too many
new words: too tired to learn things