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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Summer (the season) (07/09/09)

TITLE: Monte Siůn
By Phee Paradise


ďOne more day till vacation. Then we go to the station, back to civilization; back to Mother and home. One more dayÖĒ

Itís silly to sing that kidís song, but I canít help it. Iím going home for the summer. Going home.

Iíve been dreaming about tomorrow since September; the plane leaving L.A., getting closer every hour; the mountains and volcanoes with Guatemala City spread out between them; Mother and Daddy and Janet waiting at the airport. Weíll drive out to AmatitlŠn, through the town square with the Catholic church and giant ceiba tree, across the bridge and along the winding road beside the lake. Iíll see the front of our house, if I look closely, just before we get to the entrance to Monte Siůn. Then through the corn fields and weíll be home. Iíll kick off my shoes in the entry and feel the warm tile on my bare feet. Iíll go into my room and lay down on my bed, my own pillow at last. Iíll look through the picture window at the castle across the lake. On the way to the kitchen Iíll stop at the piano to play a scale, then Iíll help the maid shuck the corn Daddy just picked. Weíll eat corn on the cob with hamburgers and weíll have warm gingerbread for dessert. For breakfast, Mother will put slices of pineapple or papaya on our plates. Then Iíll go see Don Chemaís wife and eat tortillas hot off the grill.

Itís not that I donít like American food, or Aunt Doris and Uncle Bill who have been wonderful to me. Theyíve made me part of the family and Kathy has treated me like a sister. After school we go out to the pool together to lie in the sun and read until weíre hot enough to roll over into the water and swim till our finger tips are wrinkled. But the pool at Monte Siůn has a waterfall and big rocks to sit on to soak up the sun. I canít wait to dive into the green water and show Don Chema how Iíve improved.

Iím going to pretend Iím little again and climb the mango tree where we used to play house. Iím going to stand on the porch and look across the lake and when I see the rain coming Iíll run down to the clothes line and help Mother bring them in before they get wet. Iím going to walk in the front yard and eat jocotes right off the trees. Iím going to play Monopoly and Clue with Janet. Iím going to ask Mother and Daddy to tell me everything about everyone I havenít seen for a year.

When the camps start, Janet and I will run the store. Weíll talk to everyone in Spanish while we sell ice cream and candy and theyíll think weíre charming. When thereís no camp, weíll play ping pong in the Lodge. Iíll take walks to all my favorite places: past the kapok trees where I saw a tarantula, through the fogata with the rows of seats around the campfire, up the hill behind the boysí cabins where I can see the whole lake, then Iíll find the secret spot that no one knows but me.

Iíll visit friends Iíve known since we were babies. Weíll laugh at private jokes and reminisce about roller skating and playing hideíníseek at boarding school. Weíll sing songs like ďUn ElefanteĒ and ďCon Cristo en su Barco.Ē Weíll talk about who liked whom and whoís still in Guatemala. Weíll pity everyone who isnít a missionary kid and pretend weíre not stuck up.

Iím packing all my dresses since I canít wear shorts. The dresses are too short because thatís how everyone wears them in the States. When I wear them I donít look different, and no one knows Iím an MK if I donít talk about Guatemala. But no one at home thinks Iím weird. A bunch of teens on a mission trip from the States will come, but Iíll be the one who knows the country. Iíll tell them what they can eat and what they shouldnít say and what to wear when we climb Pacaya. Iíll be their interpreter and theyíll think Iím great.

After they go home it will be just us again and everything will be perfect. Iím going home.

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Seema Bagai 07/16/09
Well-written. I could picture the place you described.
Virgil Youngblood 07/17/09
A very enjoyable story. Good job.
Jeanne E Webster 07/21/09
Your exuberance jumps off the page! Thanks for the peek into a different culture also, as I've never been that far south.

MK, huh?! Sometimes a hard row to hoe, isn't it? Blessings in all you do for His glory and safe traveling!