what. a. weekend.

This weekend was ridiculous. Mostly in not-good ways. I need a while to package it up and post it for you. The full report will entail:

• a description of a bocce tournament at the best ex-pat pool bar in San Pedro, Guatemala;
• instructions on how to get an emergency passport if yours (not mine in this case, but a friend's) is stolen within 48 hours of you needing to leave the country;
• tips for dealing with corrupt Guatemalan policemen;
• how to maintain your sanity when a protest and then a rockslide prevent you from returning home for 12 hours.

Ridiculous weekend. That's what I've got to say.

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I had an email this morning letting me know that training for the SF Half Marathon begins today. That's both good and bad: bad, because I cannot start training now. No matter what you hear, running in Xela is really effing hard unless you go to the track. I don't want to run in circles. And good, because that means I am only 2 weeks behind in training. This may not end up being my fastest race, but I will certainly be able to finish it.

Overall, that reminder made me REALLY REALLY homesick and sad. I only have 10 more days in Xela, and 12 more in Guatemala. That's not very long to enjoy a country I've never seen before. Then again, this weekend certainly soured my enjoyment up to this point and made me a lot more vigilant about safety.