ABSTRACT
Crossing cultures is not only an intellectual process. It is not even mainly intellectual. It is thoroughly embodied. Here in highland Guatemala, where I’m interviewing other ‘ gringos ’ about their experiences in the cottage-industry, Spanish-language schools, I come to understand culture crossing as a feast of all the senses. Culture crossing here is not something that can be accessed by the ‘usual’ ways of researching. Here it is necessary to feel in order to understand.
