So, this picture doesn't really do any sort of justice to the gigantitude of the corn, but hopefully you can use your visual literacy skills to see it. The man, Diego, is one of the regional promoters for Habitat (each department, i.e. Guatemalan state, has a Guatemalan office. depending on how active the office is, each office has between 1-5 promoters who do the grunt work of talking with potential and selected Habitat families and following through on applications/construction overseeing ), leading me through a field of maiz (corn) to a family's Habitat home.
Like a good percentage of Guatemalan men that I meet/see, Diego is very slightly shorter than me. But, still, probably a good 5'3". So look long and hard at that picture. The corn is way more than twice as tall as he.
And it is absolutely beautiful.
(Also does not do ample justice to the beauty). This picture was taken with the camera above my head pointing up. I did not crouch down. It's really tall.
This is my slightly crooked view looking towards Lake Atitlan from the back of a Habitat motorcycle. Yes, Habitat motorcycle. The joys, the heartbreak, the wonder, and the (and once I have better ammunition) badass photos of Lindsey and any and all motorcycyle related glory, will come in a later entry. For now, you can see what Lake Atitlan looks like on the road back to Panajachel from a terrible digital camera shot as whisked around a hairpin turn.
Until then.
