Is the word that comes to mind in reference to my comfort level found in entering into a westernized shopping mall. Javier took Ricardo, Cody, and myself to Guatemala City to get me a new retainer, and in waiting to go to the office we went to the La Pradera shopping mall to grab some food. As we entered in I had this new sense of comfort and “at-homeness”. I felt so superficial, but I had to laugh at myself at the same time. I turn to Cody and share my feelings and he seconds the emotion, and agrees we are indeed pathetic. lol. Even though I didn’t get to get my retainer that day, I was really thankful for my culture wake-up call. To, in a sense, realize the depth of my American condition. Especially when where we are currently staying is not by any means a “hard-knock” life. The communities around us are def poverty stricken. But our compund is pretty comfortable living considering. My prayer through this experience is that I really do die to myself, and those unknown comforts I have will become less appealing due to their lack of true importance.
