Wrapping Up

When I began writing this blog, I wrote it with the purpose of showing that everyone all over the world, regardless of race, ethnicity, or cultural differences, are essentially the same. Underneath everything, we are all human, sharing basic needs such as family and friends, and desires, such as wanting to belong to a community. However, the more I remembered my experiences in Guatemala and the Guatemalan bakery and the more I reflected on the U.S. culture that I was used to in comparison to the Guatemalan culture that I knew, the more I realized just how different they really are. From differences in driving, to playing soccer (or fútbol), to social interaction, Guatemala and the U.S. as I know it can at times seem worlds apart. I did learn that both countries are in fact similar in how people can categorize one another as "others" based on phenotype and culture. This thought finally lead to me to realize that as we all have the capacity to be "others", we are all indeed different, due to our diverse races, ethnicities, heritages, and cultures. Perhaps true cross cultural experiences not only serve the purpose as showing us that deep down we are indeed similar but also that at the same time we are unique, that there are indeed differences among cultures and there exists a need to respect that diversity. So, in hind sight, being a gringo amongst Guatemalans has shown me that culture is to be seen through its own perspective from living within it in order to fully understand it, to understand culture as a whole, and to respect cultural differences which in the end confirm my initial theory: if we are all diverse, then we are not so different after all.

Cultural Limbo

So I finally realized for myself what a difference aspects of phenotype such as skin color can affect the manner in which people perceive you, even in my own country of the U.S. My Guatemalan co-workers had been learning this lesson since their arrival in the U.S. and for some of them, skin color also affected how they were perceived back home in Guatemala. The bakery owner's wife told me that in Guatemala, she is considered an American, "una gringa" (a female gringo), due to her skin being lighter or "whiter" in comparison to some other Guatemalans. On the flip side, in the U.S., she is not considered an American but rather a Hispanic and sometimes even an indigenous Hispanic due to her dark or "darker" skin when compared to some other Americans. If she is American in Guatemala and Guatemalan in the U.S., being both and neither at the same time, then what exactly is she? She has been caught in cultural limbo, stuck between two nationalities, two worlds, and two cultures, without being fully accepted by either. Her cultural limbo is much like what the Ladinos of Guatemala experienced that Daniel Wilkinson talked about in his ethnography "Silence on the Mountain". The Ladinos themselves had experienced being stuck between the European and Indian communities and never being fully accepted in either group. The Ladinos' story and the story of the bakery owner's wife is one shared by millions of people globally, who live within multiple cultures whose people consider them as "others" due to phenotype and cultural differences, estrange them by these distinctions, and place them in cultural limbo.

So White

I was a busboy during my internship at the Guatemalan bakery, sweeping floors, washing dishes, and taking out the trash. It never failed to amuse me when I brought the trash to the outside dumpster and was met with the stares of passerby. Here I was, a gringo in a white apron taking the trash out of a Guatemalan bakery, performing the stereotypical tasks of an Hispanic immigrant and seemingly switching stereotyped roles with my Guatemalan co-workers. I soon realized how much I stood out when I was working behind the counter one day with the owner's wife and a female customer entered the bakery, presumably Hispanic by appearance and Spanish speech. After engaging in small talk in Spanish, the lady asked me with a smile if I was the owner's wife son. When I said no, she laughed and said, "No puedes ser, eres tan blanquito!" (You can't be, you're so white!) I realized right then that in that bakery, I was a foreigner. Although the Hispanics who were immigrants were considered foreigners in the U.S, within this Hispanic community, I was the foreigner, I was the immigrant. Despite my connection to Guatemala, despite my previous visit to the country, despite often wearing my Guatemalan jacket bought in Guatemala, despite being able to speak Spanish, due to the color of my skin, I was labeled as a white American. I now realize that I had experienced what every racially or ethnically diverse Hispanic encounters: being an "other". Many Hispanic immigrants in the U.S., due to their skin color, whether blanco (white), negro (black), moreno or mulatto (brown and/or tan), mestizo (mixed), café con leche (coffee with cream), are often considered as "others", as they all can be considered "immigrants" and not "real Americans". Whether these Hispanics are indeed immigrants, whether or not they have come to the U.S. legally or not, they are considered as foreigners due to their skin color. Even if these Hispanics have white skin, then they can still be considered as an "other" due to accent or origin of birth or heritage. In total, I got a taste of what many Hispanics experience everyday, living in the eyes of the public as an "other", all because I was "so white".

Social Interaction, Guatemalan Style

Being a part of the Guatemalan church service opened my eyes to see that social interaction varies according to cultural site. In north eastern U.S. culture that I had experienced, there were certain social norms such as avoiding meeting people's gazes and not talking or even acknowledging others when walking down the street or in sitting in a bus or train so as not to bother others or make others uncomfortable were foreign in Guatemalan culture that I had experienced. I became even more aware of this when I visited a Guatemalan bakery near Wheaton College that I would later work at as part of an internship. The owner warmly greeted me and began talking to me interchangeably in Spanish and English about who I was, where I was from, and about my connection with Guatemala. This open and friendly conversation was one of many that I experienced within this particular Guatemalan community. When I began interning, I witnessed how the bakery workers interacted with customers, whether they be Guatemalan, Hispanic, or not and whether they knew them or not. They would call out loud and friendly greetings and, breaking with the north eastern U.S. norm of sticking to small talk, engaged in long and diverse conversation of work, food, families, and friends. These conversations were not part of a business routine of being polite, but rather part of a cultural norm of having conversations that were genuine, as the people involved were sincerely interested in what the other had to say. I learned that social interaction within this Guatemalan community was very personal and intimate, the concern of making others uncomfortable never an issue, as it was a social norm, rather than avoiding it, to acknowledge others and to engage in friendly and sincere conversation.

Cross-Cultural Greetings

The orphanage held a church service one Sunday, a service very different to the ones I have experienced back home in Massachusetts. One particular aspect that was so different was the welcome and greeting part of the service which lasted almost fifteen minutes. It involved nearly the entire congregation getting up from their seats, greeting one another, and engaging in conversation, whether they knew them or not, and whether they were right next to them or across the room. Strangers, both men and women, approached me with a smile and began to talking with me while children who had never seen me before that day ran up to me to give me a hug. It was not like back home, where many church greetings consist of shaking two, maybe three hands, saying "Good morning", and then sitting back down. I wondered how something as simple as greeting one another in church could be so different in two separate cultures. I realized that these different greetings actually reflected underlying ideologies in each culture. In some northeastern churches in the U.S. that I have experienced, it is the ideology to be conservative with greetings among strangers to be polite, but brief and usually non-interactive. This seems to stem from the norm that it is strange to be overly-extroverted with an unfamiliar person, as it can be seen as intrusive and uncomfortable to linger past the polite handshake and initial greeting. Not so in this Guatemalan church, as there is no such ideological inhibition, but rather a genuine openness and acceptance, treating unfamiliar people as friends rather than strangers.

Keeping it casual

It was not all play and no work for my missions team and I at the Guatemalan orphanage. During the day, a group of us would work on laying the foundations of a future medical clinic. The clinic would provide medical care for the many needs of the orphanage and the public as a whole. Our work site was right next to a busy highway where passerby could see us working. We watched the large multi-colored buses drive past with people hanging out of doors with one hand and riding on the roof with the luggage due to over-packed quarters. Guatemalan rules of vehicle passengers are very lenient, as we found out our first day with eight of us taking a ride to a local soccer game in the back of a pickup truck. Still, we couldn’t get over the fact of how casual Guatemala seemed to be about everything. Public interaction, we found, was very casual, even among strangers. Our females in the group would also attract the attention of male pedestrians who would openly gawk and whistle at them. Sometimes pedestrians would stop walking and watch our activities for a good amount of time. In the US, this is generally considered impolite, intrusive, and if people linger too long, overall awkward much of the time for both parties involved. In Guatemala, people seemed to be very comfortable with blatant people-watching and there is no embarrassment or awkwardness involved. We learned to become accustomed to being watched and engaged in conversation with complete strangers, learning to adopt to the casual way of life of Guatemala.

Fútbol

Playing soccer with the kids at the orphanage, I quickly learned that there was a difference between American soccer and fútbol, Guatemalan soccer. The distinction was made clear when we began our game on an outdoor basketball court, gringos versus Guatemalans. Us gringos played a slower, more defense-oriented soccer, passing the ball frequently and working to get a good shot on goal, which happened infrequently. The Guatemalan kids, however, played a very fast-paced, aggressive, offense-minded fútbol, relying more on their individual footwork and power shooting than on their teammates. Their mentality was score a goal at every opportunity; they didn’t linger trying to get a clear shot on net. If they were in even relatively close shooting range, they would shoot, and boy, could they shoot. It didn’t matter if they were thirty feet away from you or five, they would blast the ball every time. Also, there was no distinction made between male and female players, they would play just as rough with their opponents and shoot the ball just as hard at the goalie regardless of gender. We quickly learned that it was necessary to play just as aggressive and fast-paced as them in order to compete. What we lacked in natural skill we made up for with hustle. Although, we still lost every game we played. Even so, we learned a valuable lesson: in order to play soccer in Guatemala, we had to learn how to play fútbol.