Our trips with DoCare were busy. A good mix of work and touring.
Bus rides through dusty smoky city traffic, speed bumps every 200 yards, along trash strewn 2 lane roads.
Then into the countryside, scooters,tuk-tuks, bicycles and horses conveying the denizens. Arriving at modest town squares, setting up to receive the already queued lines of generally happy Mayan women and children. A few men and a few non-Mayans.
Liza and I wandered feeling dislocated till we found something to do.
We started fitting donated eyeglasses collected orignally by the Lions Club. Using rudimentary Spanish with Mayans who as it turned out, knew little or no Spanish, they spoke Mayan.
But they were happy to try on the glasses, some taking a half hour, fewer taking the first pair.
Turns out efficiency was helped by limiting the choice.
The frustration of trying to help was ameliorated by the Mayans obvious thankfulness and pleasant demeanor, In fact I had not heard a harsh word the whole trip, not that I would understand one if I did.
I think Dianne would love it here with colors, language challenges and opportunities for décor.
A few people come in complaining of depression and ‘not right in the head’, and indeed they did look troubled.
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