So far Guatemala is radically different then America, not just in terms of language or plants, but in the way that people interact with one another. Like the other day, for example, Cara, Katherine, and I were walking along the road looking for mangos, when a women stopped to talk with us. She directed us a few doors down to her friends house. When we got there, her friend invited us into her yard to pick some mangos. She insisted we take 2 each. That type of kindness and generosity is unparalleled by anything I’ve experienced at home.