My New, Commi Teacher

There wasn't much to see in the other town I visited, so I returned early last week and studied nonstop. (If you'll believe that, I have a bridge I'd like to sell you.) Actually I spent the week playing poker with Scots who were passing through in two relatively normal bars in San Pedro, roughly breaking even. They were passing through. Now, like many before them, they're considering setting up camp for a while.

On Monday, I found that they had realized what I knew before I came, i.e. that I'd be the school's "special project". Essentially the guy who organizes the classes told me that I'm not learning anything, so he's giving me a teacher with less patience. Within the first fifteen minutes, she had already told me that she was not fond of the American President (fair enough) and went on to extol the virtues of Castro's government in Cuba. The next few weeks should be interesting.

Two weekends ago, Guatemala began its version of daylight savings time. The problem is that half the town doesn't change, and it's anybody's guess as to which businesses and people make the change. For example, I showed up at what was officially 2pm for my class on Monday. My commi teacher was among those who had not changed over, and showed up an hour later. Sadly, though, the cops enforse the new time on all of the foreign owned bars, meaning that there's nothing to do after 1am any night of the week.