A view of the ride on the chicken bus I walk through the market to the terminal almost daily to get on the bus that take me to Pastores.  But today as I sat on the bus and waited for it to leave Antigua I looked around. There were probably over 50 buses, coming in and out, taking people, bringing people. I get on the bus daily to get out of Antigua to go and help elsewhere, and these people travel each day to come and make what they can for their family. For some of them they come and sell the vegetables they have harvested and they will spend all day at their stand selling them for spare change as people haggle them when they will in the end make a mere $30 week. Others come and make tortillas on the street, bring their children and beg for Quetzales as they lay in the street.

As the bus pulls out, I see all kinds of things, young women with children looking for food, work and men. Dogs, drunks and children eating out of trash from the night before. All the mothers carefully holding their little ones hand while they carry another on their back just to make sure they can go to  market or go sell their products. As the bus leaves and I look around I felt like I really took in yet another glimpse of the lives of the people we serve here in Guatemala. They are hardworking, simple and loving and some really searching for what else there could be in the world, but they are open and willing and searching…