Just when I thought I had seen everything...

One thing that bothers me is the light. I mean the amount of daylight ours in this part of the world. Ever since I got here I can't feel the time passing by. The sun sets at like 8 or 8:30 and so I don't feel like going to bed but then the next morning I'm really tired because I don't sleep as much as I used to. So, sunset at almost 9 PM, that is something new for me, but today I sow something that blew my mine. 

In the morning, Carmen's mom Christine, took me to Chapman University. The campus is way different than USAC's: smaller ad neater. We were walking around with Carmen's uncle Rob and one of the streets had lots of busts. Abraham Lincoln and George Washington where there. Then I saw a bust of Adam Smith and a few steps ahead and in the right side of the street there was a bust of Paulo Freire. For those of you who don't have a clue of who that guy is, he was a brazilian professor and he created the pedagogy of the oppressed. He believed that Education is the best way to free a people and I guess that's the reason why his bust would be in a libertarian university since he was a socialist and his ideas are advocated by socialist parties in Latinamerica. I was surprising to see him there, so closed to Smith, one of the greatest minds of Capitalism. 

Chapman University's campus is just beautiful. Is a mixture of new and old buildings, the offices are located in little old houses. The place is really small. Is almost like walking in a cartoon or a tv series. 

After a nice meal in Orange we went to Seal Beach. People were enjoying the sun and the golden sand and the water but in the horizon I counted almost 6 oil platforms and beyond them there were cargo ships in line waiting to enter the LA harbor. People were actually comfortable or didn't care about the fact that their view of the see was full of ships and oil platforms. I liked the cargo ships part because the represent trade and free market but as far as oil goes... I'm not a big fan of it. Back in my country, in the jungles of Peten, there is company sucking oil  in the middle of a Natural Reserve. In this country those who are in the oil business have to follow strict regulations but not in Guatemala, or at least not as strict as in here, that I'm sure of. 

Between the house and Seal beach I sow machines pumping oil in little private properties, Boeing's office and factory and a military base with a huge war ship in the port. It was amazing to see how the beauty of the beaches (and women) is protected even though the are surrounded by all these industries. Maybe one day will do that in Guatemala. Or maybe we could stop drilling oil. 

The day is not over yet, but it is over for me, although outside it seems like it is 3:00 when it is actually 5:16.