Tz'ikin. I am the Eagle.

martes, 31 de mayo de 2011- Momostenango, Guatemala Day 3

I woke up around 9 and went to the internet cafe at 10 were I was met by Kristina.  We went to eat panqueques around 11 at the Cafe Codoban.  afterwards, we went to talk with Maria about food.  We took pictures of the ingredients for cevada (the best tea ever!), she told us where to buy the ingredients, and we set up an appointment with her for Monday at 11.

Then we went to Alexandra's house around 3 to speak with her about traditional food.  We stayed there for 3 hours chatting and laughing.  We talked about relationships and boys; they said we need to focus on our school work.  Then Alexandra read my birthday on the Mayan Calender and told me what it means:

Later is Antigua, I picked up a Mayan Calender Users Guide and this is what it had to say

Tz'ikin

"Key meanins for the Eagle are flying high, vision, and ambition.  The spirit of the high- flying eagle makes this a day of good fortune, a time to soar and rise above the troubles of daily life and communicate with the Heart of the Sky, the center of our galaxy. . . Among the most powerful of all nahuales, the ambitious eagle aggressively pursues its prey or goal and ultimately gets it.  Freedom is another meaning.  Spiritually and materially balanced, Eagles are good, friendly and kind individuals who can create their own reality.  They are independent, ambitious, smart, outgoing, intutive, lucky, spiritual and sociable.  From high above, the Eagle can see the big picture better than most people." (Addams 66)

I love that it tells me important people who are Eagles too:

• George Patton
• Muhammed Ali
• Ringo Starr
• John F. Kennedy
• Antonio Banderas and of course
• Lady Gaga

Addams, Shay.  Mayan Calender Users Guide.  Casa Caos, 2011. Print.

After the reading, Alexandra took us up to the altar and her husband passed us saying he was playing a soccer game, so we should go watch.  They are so much fun to hang around with.  Seeing Alexandra with her mother and her daughters reminds me of the closeness I have with my family and how far I am away from them.  When I get home and call my parents at the end of the day it's the hardest.  I call my mom and my dad and then I go to call Grabby, but I can't.  I feel like the more things I do and accomplish only make me miss her more, because she is not here to share it with.  I have my good moments and I have my bad moments.  Grief is hard.  You can feel just as alone a hundred miles away as you would feel surrounded by your family at home.