Descriptive Essay Guatemala

In the Foreword, she brings the reader to a day in 1997, when her cleaning woman Carmen reveals that she has four children in Guatemala, whom she has not seen in twelve years. Nazario is stunned. She cannot understand how a mother could so walk away from her young children, but Carmen then presents a reality the author will soon investigate and know to be ordinary. Since the 1960s, untold numbers of Central American mothers, often abandoned by their husbands, come to America to take any work available (Nazario xiii). In the late 20th century, then, and as American women were entering the workforce more and more, supply met demand and the illegal immigrant mothers found work as house cleaners and nannies. As Carmen expresses, nonetheless, the distance is almost unbearable and these mothers intensely feel the distance from their children. As the novel also reinforces, the children similarly experience the pain of separation, which goes to another form of “immigration”; basically, and often at very young ages, they risk their lives to join their mothers. Most importantly, then, and as Nazario is further moved by the true tale of Carmen's son Minor, Enrique's Journey actually documents an ongoing situation based on inequality and injustice. The novel is then completely based on the realities researched by the

Visiting a different island in the Caribbean each summer has always been a family tradition of mine. The first few years never failed to make me fall in love with each and every one of them, but once my family suggested on visiting Punta Cana, Dominican Republic, the eighth year, my thoughts were not so hyped. Going to the same sea each year can get old and boring. When we finally got to Punta Cana, falling in love was too short of a term to describe what I felt for it. As soon as we landed we were greeted with songs and happiness all around. The nobleness lingering in the atmosphere, coconut smell in the air, and architecture went beyond my imagination.

Returning to Mexico after seventeen years of living in the United States gave me an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. Walking down the streets of San Cristobal de las Casas, Chiapas, had a familiar feel, like being home. San Cristobal de las Casas, which is a relatively small city in the highlands of Chiapas, is plagued with poverty rooted in its colonial history. Many streets bustle with people from all over the world near the zocalo, which is a public plaza in the center of the city filled with coffee shops, intellectuals, indigenous children, and adults. As you walk by you can overhear people speaking in unfamiliar languages. While sitting outside at a coffee shop I became

Guatemala has more people than any other Central American country, with an estimated population of 11,980,000 it is home to many different cultures. The population can be divided into two groups; Indians and people of mixed Spanish and Indian ancestry. But in Guatemala, being called an Indian or a non-Indian does not depend entirely on a person's ancestry. It is basically a matter of how people live and of how they categorize themselves. For example, a Guatemalan is considered an Indian if he or she speaks an Indian language, wears Indian clothing, and lives in a community where the people follow the Indian ways of life. The Indians think of themselves more as part of their community than of their country. They pay little attention

The country was foreign, a first for me. Dilapidation and ruin scattered the horizon as far as one could see. Guatemala is a place where poverty has a strong grasp on its people. We traveled tirelessly for hours to reach the poorest of the poor. Upon arrival old, young, and natives of all shapes and sizes formed receiving lines, eager to welcome us with gifts of smiles and gratitude. It was an experience that forever changed me. This was the first time I had stepped outside the boundaries of the American culture into a world where nothing is taken for granted. Each day spent on my mission trip brought a fresh awareness of gratefulness. Any pre-trip reluctance quickly became a vague memory as my emotions welled within bring a fresh change to

My country that i researched is Guatamala . The country of Guatemala is in Central America .On September 15 ,1821, guatemala officially proclaimed its independence from Spain.the guatemala flag has three vertical stripes two blue one white crest has two swords two guns and a parchment scroll bearing the date of Central America's independence from Spain, September 15 , 1821.i will be talking about the crest and how guatemala took their independence from spain,how the flag was created

Guatemala is a small country in central America, bordered by Honduras, Belize, El Salvador, and Mexico. Guatemala is best known for their indigenous Mayan culture and excavated ruins of the Mayan empire, nature, and their world class coffee. If you visit Guatemala, you’ll see that it is unique in many ways.

     Guatemala’s culture is a unique product of Native American ways and a strong Spanish colonial heritage. About half of Guatemala’s population is mestizo (known in Guatemala as ladino), people of mixed European and indigenous ancestry. Ladino culture is dominant in urban areas, and is heavily influenced by European and North American trends. Unlike many Latin American countries, Guatemala still has a large indigenous population, the Maya, which has retained a distinct identity. Deeply rooted in the rural highlands of Guatemala, many indigenous people speak a Mayan language, follow traditional religious and village customs, and continue a rich tradition in textiles and other crafts. The two cultures

Guatemala is the heart of the Mayan world. It is alive, magical, and ancestral. Its history proceeds from four thousand years ago when the Mayan civilization emerged and whose legacy is still evident in the traditions and culture of its habitants. Guatemala possesses an extraordinary cultural and natural richness and a privileged geographic location. The distances one most travel from place to place are so short that one can visit different regions during the same trip.

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

We walk out of the airport and stop, frozen in sheer amazement at the picturesque view of Bermuda. This sheer amazement occurs when one is so astonished at what his eyes lay upon that his body forgets all functions, as if each muscle and organ is in envy of what the eyes are rewarded with. (Definition) As if on cue, the aroma of peppers comes upon us as we look upon the clear, turquoise water waving back and forth in front of us between the immaculate palm trees swaying in the light breeze. We follow our taxi driver to his car and enter, only to hear music that would never be played in America. It sounds like an upbeat Caribbean or Jamaican tune, which clearly represents the mood of everyone who lives in Bermuda, and soon us as well. This drive to the resort is one of the most exquisite 15 minute journeys I will ever undergo, and I already know that this trip will be an unforgettable experience.

A haunting yellowish glow radiates from the tiny section of empty wooden benches and crumbling concrete behind the north goal at Estadio Nacional. All around this space there is noise: 47,000 soccer fans screaming and jumping in delight as Chile’s national team plays Ecuador in the opening game of the Copa

The sun glaring nearly blinding over than 70,000 souls. This day is July the forth of 2015, at the National Stadium in the country Chile. Excitement is in the air, being the day I have always been waiting for. The most important soccer tournament in the American Continent, between Argentina and Chile.

Can you think of a country of the top of your head that has ruins from their ancient civilizations and temples tracing back to 2000 years ago? The fart count comes to mind is Guatemala. Guatemala has many Tikal, a Mayan temple, and you can see the abandoned city. Guatemala is filled with a mountain, a strange war, and a different way of government.

An old, dark blue couch. Unwelcoming, grey concrete walls. One small corner that is supposed to serve as my kitchen. This is the scene that greets me when I walk into my tiny apartment after a long, boring day of work. I reach my slender hand into a crack in the wall, and pull of a slim stack of frayed papers, yellow with age. These are my escape plans, which I have been working on for months with my best friend, Nico. That is, if you can even consider people your friends in this world. I set the papers on the couch, and sit down, flicking on my television. Everyone in Lunos gets one, ancient television set. There are only five channels: the Teen channel, the News channel, the Kids channel, the Elderly channel, and the Golf channel. I always