A soccer game. We saw lots and lots of futbol being played on school grounds. I wondered if the children were constantly on recess. We passed on school and they were having lunch. Carlos explained to us that it was milk and rice mixed together. Later that day, Antonio said, so if I lived here I wouldn't get to decide what I ate. I said, that's right. A home.

We will be getting ferried across the river. There wasn't a bridge. This was close to the place that if you wanted to go to Mexico you turn right which is the way that the Guatemalans come into the United States.

The further we got away from the cities the more native Guatemalans were. This was my favorite part of the trip. Seeing women carrying things on their head and everyone wore long skirts.