Here in Gautemala

Yesterday was the group's last night here. We had a skit night and our team: John, Linda, Yolanda and yours truly WON prizes for being the best out of the 5 presented. We were judged by Jan and Rebecca on creativity, presentation and how well our team worked together during the working project.

Kudo's go to Yolanda who so got into this. I will have to add "songwriter" to her list of talents. I will be blogging one whole section on my roommate in the next few days. Stay tuned.

In the meantime, picture 4 people standing up there, with our new purses and plastic gloves/toilet paper hanging out of them (this was our costume). John was keeping us on time with his little wooden drum.

Sung to the tune of Gilligan's Island (and this may not mean much to you- but trust me- Yolanda is still singing and laughing to this song):

Now sit right down and I'll tell you a tale. A tale of a fateful trip. That started out in Calgary on board a heavy airship.
We threw off 12 passengers, and took Hearts & Hands away. A mountain of luggage in Dallas, we made. What a very long day. Very long day.

Jan our fearless leader told us not to eat the food. The food might make you sick you see, I need you at your best.
Please give your food away to kids, accept all they give you. Be on time, travel in pairs, you won't get any rest. Here in Guatemala.

Our team became the castaways, we started off at 8, but soon we lost Americans, because of the frantic pace.
We brought our tools and aprons and we settled down to install. The cornfields became our friends you see, when mother nature called. When mother nature called. Here in Guatemala.

We were the smartest team of all, because of this you see. Each day before we worked, we went to University.
We almost killed a cow one day by feeding it some cheese. We tried to avoid the daily soup but felt we had to please. Felt we had to please.

We 22 Canadians built one eighty stoves that week. We made some friends along the way and memories we will keep. A million photographs and laughes will be shared amongst us all.

We will treasure these with our Hearts and Hands and pray the stoves won't fall. Pray the stoves won't fall. Here in Guatemala................