Support & Strengthen Nonprofits in Central America

Hey guys,

Sorry it's been a while since my last report, things have been a little crazy around here! As of today I've visited with 26 different organizations here in Guatemala, and I'm starting to reflect on the last two months as I'm gearing up for the next leg of my journey in Honduras.

Guatemala... Where do I even begin. This country will always have a special place in my heart; it is full of contradictions and understated beauty, both in its landscape and in its people. Guatemala has the third highest rate of chronic malnutrition in the world, 54.5% of the total population and 69.5% in indigenous areas. Over half of Guatemalans live in poverty, many in a state of extreme poverty. Nearly 30% of children do not pass the first grade. Not to mention the fact that Guatemala is still recovering from a brutal civil war which lasted more than 30 years and which could be more accurately categorized as a genocide of the country's indigenous peoples.

Yet, despite the jarring statistics and its unsettling recent history, Guatemala has a magic about it that I find hard to express to those who have not experienced it first-hand. These people have a way about them that makes all statistics fall aside. So many of my site visits have been full of stories that are both heartbreaking and uplifting, fascinating and disconcerting, humbling and inspiring. When I think of Guatemala, I don't envision poverty or illiteracy or malnutrition or any of the other issues that plague many of these communities. Instead I see the wide, toothy smiles of its endlessly playful children; I hear the evervescent laughter of women cooking tortillas on a small wood-burning stove; I imagine the bright colors of their breathtaking textiles. I have such a profound respect for their resilience.

One of these special stories came from a man I spoke with while visiting People for Guatemala's projects in the rural town of San Martin Jilotepeque. At 35 years old, he had begun to lose his eyesight after many years spent working long days in dusty fields with little to no eye protection. He and his wife, who has also been blind since an early age, have two children ages 3 and 5. He confided in me the deep fear that he felt when he began to lose his sight, and how he worried for his children's future without a parent who could see in order to clean and cook and care for them. Thanks to People for Guatemala's health program, he and several other men from his village recently received cataract surgeries to restore their eyesight. So far the operation has been successful, and this proud father will be able to continue providing for his children.

Another experience that will forever be close to my heart was a site visit with the EcoLogic Development Fund and their partners in Totonicapan. I was shocked to learn that EcoLogic's partner organization 48 Cantones, a volunteer-based group of community leaders, has been fighting to protect this area's unique natural resources for nearly 500 years. The region is home to over 50,000 acres of old-growth forest, housing the world's largest remaining stand of endangered Guatemalan fir trees. We spent several hours getting lost in the forest, passing soundlessly across the beds of pine needles, through fields of newly planted fir trees from EcoLogic's nearby greenhouses. Together, EcoLogic and 48 Cantones are working to reforest areas devastated by illegal logging while educating locals about environmental impact and conservation.

As we strolled between these massive 200-year-old pines, our hosts Mario and Fernando from EcoLogic told us about an old Mayan tradition that I found rather poignant; one must not exit the forest on the same path by which he entered. Local villagers believe that we seek the forest as a way to clear the mind. So when you enter, you leave all of your negative thoughts and energy behind in order to emerge renewed.

As my time in Guatemala comes to a close and I prepare to exit this part of my journey, I continue to reflect on how my perspective has shifted and how I have been changed by my experiences working with GlobalGiving partners in Central America. I am beyond thankful for your support and interest in the work I am doing with these organizations, and I can't wait to see what the second half of my trip has in store. I encourage you to share these stories and my project page with anyone who might be interested, and thank you again for your immense generosity!

Un abrazo,

Daillen

Greetings from Antigua everyone,

I've finally made it back to Guatemala! As many of you know I was living in Antigua last Fall when I applied for this position with GlobalGiving, so I've really come full circle. I'm so glad I get to spend another month in this special place.

After cruising around the islands of Belize, visiting with some of our partners, and doing some snorkeling, I arrived in Guatemala by boat last Saturday. While in Livingston on the Carribbean Coast, I visited with the Mesoamerican Reef Fund (MAR Fund). I had the opportunity to meet local fishermen and learn about the ways in which they are implementing sustainable fishing practices in their communities.

As the second largest coral reef system in the world after the Great Barrier Reef in Australia, the Mesoamerican Reef is surrounded by Mexico, Belize, Guatemala, and Honduras. In the last twenty years, the reef has seen considerable damage due to commercial fishing, invasive species like the lionfish, and most of all climate change. The MAR Fund partners with organizations in all four countries to strengthen and streamline conservation efforts and fight the effects of climate change. We spent the day talking with an organized group of local fisherman who are leading the way in protecting the area surrounding the Río Sarstún which forms the natural border between Belize and Guatemala.

As a community and with the help of the MAR Fund, they have established "no-take" zones where only fishing by hook and line is permitted. These protected areas allow overfished species, like the mojarra or local tilapia, to reproduce in an area safe from trawling and other harmful fishing practices. These refugios are able to replenish the area's stock year after year, sustaining the local food supply and the livelihood of the villagers. This group has also brought in livestock and planted fruit trees to provide for their community.

In a part of the world where most don't think twice about tossing an empty water bottle on the beach, it was truly inspiring to see these community leaders thinking long-term about their environmental impact. With the help of organizations like the MAR Fund, this community has been able to grow and thrive while ensuring the health of their natural resources for generations to come.

After a long day of bumpy boat rides and buses without air conditioning, I finally made it from Livingston to Antigua just in time for Semana Santa. Semana Santa or Holy Week is celebrated all over Latin America, but Antigua is the best place to be if you enjoy jam-packed streets, outrageous street vendors, and an exorbitant number of mysterious sweet treats. Guatemalans flock to the city to participate in elaborate processions that run around the clock, and local families and businesses join together to create exquisite alfombras or "carpets" up and down the cobblestone streets (see photos below). These carpets are painstakingly stenciled, layer by layer, from dyed sand, sawdust, flowers, fruit, vegetables, spices, and any other colorful materials at hand.

Since most local businesses are closed during Semana Santa, I've had some free time to wander the city and get reacquainted with some of my favorite spots. I was quickly reminded why Antigua is one of my favorite cities, from the colorful markets to the kindness of the people... Needless to say, it feels good to be back.

I wanted to say again how much I appreciate all of your support and your interest in my trip! I have already had the privilege of meeting some incredible community leaders and have been truly inspired by the ways in which they are shaping and creating a better world. It's amazing what we can accomplish when we work together.

I hope this report finds you well, and I look forward to sharing more of these stories with you in the coming months!

Hi friends,

Thank you all so much for donating to my fundraiser and/or signing up to receive these project reports. As I couldn't commit enough time for a traditional travel blog, this will be my way of keeping you all up to date on my trip. Having arrived on the 19th, my first week has already been an eventful one.

Last week, I spent my day off exploring the ATM Cave just outside San Ignacio, Belize. Short for Actun Tunichil Muknal, the ATM Cave was used by the Maya for religious purposes as early as 300 AD (or CE, whatever you prefer). But it wasn't until about 800 AD that the Maya began venturing farther into the caves to perform various rituals, particularly sacrifices, evidence of which can still be seen today. For the Maya, caves were and continue to be extremely sacred spaces. The ATM Cave was believed to be a kind of gateway to the underworld, and the only humans seen fit to enter this purgatory were religious leaders and local rulers, and even then only in desperate times.

When you enter the cave, you spend the first ten minutes swimming through crystal clear water as the light from outside slowly fades to darkness. Thankfully we had headlamps, which is more than I can say for the candle-lit cave tour that I did in Semuc Champey, Guatemala. As you make your way around huge boulders, through tiny cracks, and up the endless tunnels of limestone, you begin to pass shards of ceramics and the remenants of ancient stoneware. As I crept across slippery rocks and pushed past sheets of rushing water, I kept wondering how the hell these people managed to make it while carrying huge slabs of rock and heavy clay pots. How?!

Finally, the cave opens into a massive chamber with cathedral ceilings and towering columns of stalacmites and stalactites. The walls are dripping with calcite-laced water, creating these icicle-shaped rock formations that glitter under the light of your headlamp. As you continue up the steady incline of rock, you pass enormous clay vessels interspersed with tiny bones belonging to the victims of ancient ritual sacrifices. Further adding to the ambiance, our guide informed us that a number of these skeletons belong to monkeys and infants. Yes, you read that correctly. The Maya often sacrificed infants because they believed that the purity of their souls would be more likely to appease the gods.

When you reach the final chamber, you find yourself face-to-face with a nearly complete female skeleton, stretched delicately across the dirt floor where she died more than 1000 years ago. She is unique in that her bones have been calcified and thus glimmer faintly under the glow of headlamps, and in that her crushed vertebrae indicates a particuarly violent death. I was thoroughly creeped out at this point, and we all kept a quick pace as we silently made our way back out of the underground maze. I breathed a sigh of relief as we stepped back into the sunshine at the mouth of the cave and as we hiked down the path, I couldn't help but feel like a rather unimportant speck in the vast history of our planet.

Now, several days later, I find myself living at the lush jungle paradise that is Belize Bird Rescue. Just outside Belmopan, the capital city of Belize, BBR is home to Nikki and Jerry—a British couple from Southampton that came to this country nearly 15 years ago. Somewhat by chance, they eventually found themselves running a rehabilitation center for animals that have been rescued from captivity. They receive mostly birds, plus the occasional monkey or dog, from all over the country. These animals are often confiscated by Belize's Forest Department, handed over to BBR, and they must determine whether or not the animal can be rehabilitated and released back into the wild.

Since some unexpected circumstances have allowed me to stay for almost a week, my knowledge of birds has grown immensely as has my respect for the work that Nikki and Jerry are able to do here at BBR. They've rescued and released close to 1000 birds in the last 13 years. Considering the fact that the rehabilitation process takes two years on average, that number is quite impressive. At the same time, they're working hard to educate the community on the dangers of domesticating wild animals, and they encourage local schools to take part in conservation efforts.

From the colorful keel-billed toucan (the national bird of Belize) to the endangered yellow-headed parrots, BBR has become a leader in protecting the indigenous species of Central America. Of course not all of their animals become success stories which I found out first-hand when we received a sick barn owl who had been pulled out of a trash-filled canal in Belize City. Having suffered a bad fall and ingested polluted water, the owl had severe internal injuries and was infected with a nasty parasite. Nikki administered several doses of anibiotics and an antiparasitic, but he didn't make it through the night.

Despite this loss, BBR's program has a great success rate. Often times, parrots arrive malnourished, agitated, aggressive, and unable to socialize with other birds. By the time they're ready to be released they are no longer accustomed to humans, they can feed themselves, and they're able to mate and reproduce in the wild. Because of organizations like BBR, these endangered birds have a chance at survival and the biodiversity of the Belizean rainforest can be preserved for generations to come.

I want to thank you all again for taking an interest in my trip and helping out if you can. My fundraiser page will be active for the duration of my trip, and I am beyond grateful for any support you can offer—even if that means just signing up to receive these emails! I'll be sending out reports every 2–3 weeks, so stay tuned for mores stories from the road.

This week, I'll be hosting my first workshop and then heading out to the islands to visit several more of our partner organizations. I might have to check out some of the beaches on Caye Caulker while I'm at it...

Thanks again guys! Happy Monday, sending my best to you all!

P.S. Unfortunately, cameras are no longer allowed in the ATM Cave; apparently a tourist dropped their GoPro on top of one of the skeletons, seriously damaging the skull (ugh). Therefore the photo above is not my own. Link below.

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• Source: ATM Cave Photo