Otro

One week to go. Making T-Shirts. Doing street surveys. EOQ. NPV. We're rocking it out.

Saw a four-inch scorpion. Creepy. Saw some Mayan and Olmec ruins. Cool. Miss my family. Not cool.

Micro

Carmen spends hours each night making elaborate piñatas by hand. She sells them at the market in the center of town. She's in the the second-aisle from the center, behind three other piñata stores with more variety. So she charges less. For her hours of effort, she makes about $1 profit on each piñata.

We're working with a butcher. He is the fifth of seven butchers on a street of nothing but butchers. They all have the same providers, the same prices, the same selection.

Granizadas Las Delicias is a mobile snow cone cart. Berta is the proprietor. She has to sell 16 snow cones per day to meet expenses and repay her loan. She sells 10 on a good day.

Marketing surveys are underway. We're working on logos and signs. We're contemplating coupons and "frequent flyer cards." Hopefully we'll find a breakthrough.

La Abuelita

Norma makes "Cafe de Cereales." She charrs corn, rice, wheat, and other secret ingredients and then grinds it, by hand, and packages it as La Abuelita, a wholesome coffee alternative. I helped her make a batch on her make-shift wood burning stove.

So far she makes about $20 a week, which supports her father and her sister and her two children. We're trying to help her brand it properly and scale it. The cultural distance is bigger than I anticipated. This is hard.

Asuntos

We have a pet cockroach. I call him Cookie. He's my midnight snack buddy. He's always there waiting for me by the fridge when I get up in the middle of the night. So I sit and talk to him about the roach's life until the wee hours. It's not easy being a despised Arthropod.  Really he's just a misunderstood freegan.

I feel like I'm playing Super Mario Cart every time I get in a car.

The local food is great. McDonald's gave me food poisoning. Go figure.

Me in Reu

Place of Deer

I'm in Mazatenango (Mayan for "Place of Deer"), Guatemala. I miss Katie and the kids and I'm only a day in.

The streets are crawling with skinny, diseased dogs that make me a little queazy and the sweet stench of compost is ubiquitous. On the bright side, the drive from Guatemala City to Mazatenango was breathtaking as we dropped 4,500 feet in about 15 miles. There is a volcano for every flea-infested, open-sore covered dog. And the food is awesome.

I spent three hours today trying (failed) to dig a well in densely rocked terrain. Blisters. Back ache.

I've been assigned ten local businesses that have received micro-credit loans. I hope I can help.

Sister's Keeper

With plastic eggs engorged of candy and casually hidden, we set the children loose for Easter festivities. Running. Laughing. Pointing. Finding. Then, something a little magical to this dad:

Caleb found the first pink egg. He looked at it for a moment and then ran to Maddie. "Your favorite color." And he gave it to her. Then they looked together for all the pink eggs. Caleb gave them all to Maddie.

Good work, little man.

Overheard

Caleb: I can't go skiing, the flying bench (ski lift) is too scary.

Maddie: Don't worry, buddy, I'll catch you if you fall.

Caleb: Will you be scared if I'm scared?

Maddie: Of course, buddy.

Caleb: Ok, let's go skiing.

Can't Kid a Kidder

With every ounce of deceptive enthusiasm I could muster, I gleefully asked Caleb:

"Do you want to help me take the garbage out, buddy?"

"Um, Daddy..." he put his finger to his chin, obviously choosing his words carefully. "I think you're crazy."

The Finisher

After nearly five years, I'm beginning to understand and become comfortable with my role as a father: I finish half-eaten food.

Half a banana on the counter. A little bit left in this juice box. A bowl of soggy breakfast cereal.

I'm the scavenger on our Savannah.

Duh

A new semester is getting the best of me. Thus, no blog posts for some time.

Caleb: Mom, can you get me a magic wand?

Mom: Sure, bud. Do you need a real one or a pretend one?

Caleb (confused): Um, I need a magic one.