Guatemala City: Day 1

I'm back in Guatemala to train and supply EPPIC Guatemala - Guatemala City (EGGC).  After 15 years of going in and out of Guatemala, exiting the airport in Guatemala City seems all to familiar….almost like coming home.  Always a throng of people behind a metal barricade just outside the main door to the airport, once again I look for familiar faces as I politely tell the baggage guys who want to wheel my bags another ten feet; "No gracias…..no gracias".  I pick Amy and Licasta's faces out of a sea of black hair and beautiful dark eyes, young and old, all awaiting someone returning from somewhere.  Soon Siomara appears, Amy and Licasta's mom, and EGGC's director.  We wheel the bags full of mime shoes, shirts, tails coats and makeup kits to Sio's old red 1989 Nissan Centra that Siomara's brother gave to her as a gift ten years ago.  The little red vehicle has issues, but Siomara slowly navigates us all out of the airport and transports us, amidst much laughter and joking, to  Hostel Genesaret in Zona 7, my home for the next 11 days.   Dinner awaits me after saying goodbye to my friends and making plans for tomorrow's first unplanned rehearsal, to prepare for two high school presentations that unexpectedly surfaced and made their way onto the teams performance schedule.  Some things never change.  It's all good.