just because i feel like it...
one of the newer traditions at Peace Corps Belize is the mass migration of volunteers to the Gibnuts futbol games. we put together a team to go out and play local teams around the country. it's a way to interact with Belizeans in the form of the most revered sport in the world, while simultaneously allowing us to get out of our sites and see some countryside. it's also a perfect excuse for volunteers to hang out with folks they don't get to see often, and typically involves late night extravaganzas and crashing on each other's floors. the latest game was hosted by Matt and Rebecca in the far northland of Corozal. PCV's ventured all the way from the villages of the deep south, tempted by the promise of a day in Chetumal, Mexico, where can be found highways with overpasses (gasp), a mall, movie theater, and yes, McDonald's. sad to say, but that was honestly our first stop. even those who had sworn off McD's for years couldn't resist the call of the fries. i swear they must lace them with crack.
3 of the 4 horsemen of the Toledan apocalypse roam the streets of Corozal, leaving famine, pestilence and war in their wake. too bad they didn't have such success on the futbol field. but it's never a fair match-up - Belizeans, like most people around the world, seem to be born with soccer cleats on their feet. we poor Americans never did stand a chance...
our gracious host Matt and i getting the best out of a fleeting moment in Mexico...
one of the newer traditions at Peace Corps Belize is the mass migration of volunteers to the Gibnuts futbol games. we put together a team to go out and play local teams around the country. it's a way to interact with Belizeans in the form of the most revered sport in the world, while simultaneously allowing us to get out of our sites and see some countryside. it's also a perfect excuse for volunteers to hang out with folks they don't get to see often, and typically involves late night extravaganzas and crashing on each other's floors. the latest game was hosted by Matt and Rebecca in the far northland of Corozal. PCV's ventured all the way from the villages of the deep south, tempted by the promise of a day in Chetumal, Mexico, where can be found highways with overpasses (gasp), a mall, movie theater, and yes, McDonald's. sad to say, but that was honestly our first stop. even those who had sworn off McD's for years couldn't resist the call of the fries. i swear they must lace them with crack.
3 of the 4 horsemen of the Toledan apocalypse roam the streets of Corozal, leaving famine, pestilence and war in their wake. too bad they didn't have such success on the futbol field. but it's never a fair match-up - Belizeans, like most people around the world, seem to be born with soccer cleats on their feet. we poor Americans never did stand a chance...
our gracious host Matt and i getting the best out of a fleeting moment in Mexico...
4 comments:
hi Catherine! Just hearing a bit about your work in Belize.. Your mom has provided this blogspace for us to keep up to date... We are at Sacandaga overlooking a beautiful day... your pot looks scuptuous... !!!
Martha Andrews Squire
oh those pictures make me miss you all so much. damn it. ha, will anyone see i swore to you if i do it on the blog?? miss you.
so someone who i can't name is very upset that i set this picture on my profile, but i knew you would appreciate it. love you!
you live in a paradise... ciao from scorzè
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