Living in Honduras or Guatemala as a foreigner is sometimes hard, mostly fun and never boring. This Blog is about more than just the oddities of my years in the not-so tranquil, cobble-stoned town of Copán Ruinas and, more recently, Antigua Guatemala. Hence Serendipity, the gift of finding without seeking…
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
The Wrong Gringa
Even though I’m a
starving artist who’s behind on the rent and hasn’t paid this month’s
electricity bill yet, that’s not how local people see me and I don’t think that
will ever change.
The other day my
roommate told me somebody was looking for me. A woman with a sick child.
Ay no, not again.
I asked my
roommate why she couldn’t have said I wasn’t home, but she just shrugged and
locked herself in her room.
So I went
downstairs, and indeed, there was a woman with a miserable looking boy standing
on my porch. I asked what the problem was and the woman in question said the
boy had diarrhea, was severely dehydrated and that there was a strike at the
health centre. And that she knew that I am such a persona alegre (Merry??? Me????) and that’s why she came to ask for
Okay, let me see
what I can do.
So I went back
upstairs, got my purse and took out a little from an already alarmingly small
amount of money.
Back down stairs
I handed the woman my miserable contribution, for which she thanked me
profusely. I was about to close the door when the woman indicated that she
wanted to ask me a question.
“Are you that
woman from the US
who gives out loans, by any chance???”
“No, I am not. I
mean, I am not from the US
and I don’t give out loans.”
“Oh!” The woman
exclaimed, and started giggling. “Then you are the wrong gringa!!!”
“Oh,” I said. “In
that case, can I have my money back?”
another bout of laughter.
“You are a very,
very funny person!” the woman said, still giggling while she dragged her sick kid off my