¡Hubo un milagro! This morning one of the maestras came up and asked if I was Allison. She had found my passport in the street! She said that she found it halfway in between the bank and school, face down on a slate sidewalk of nearly the same color. Apparently it was hard to see, since she only found it when she stepped on it and slipped banana peel-style. The passport was only a little soggy, certainly good enough for government work. I could not believe my luck.Tonight, just before dinner, there was an earthquake. At first I thought I was getting altitude sickness, but when I ran outside my duck was freaking out and it looked like there was going to be a tidal wave in his water dish. I ran into the courtyard, screaming "¡Hay un terremoto!" My host family thought it was hysterical. Apparently Guatemaltecos have two words for earthquake, tembla and terremoto. We had a tembla, a small shake and a common occurrence.
Update: It really was a terremoto, a 6.1, in Chiapas, Mexico, to the north.
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