I’m sitting in a café in Antigua after spending 85-ish days in the jungle. The jungle is both remote and surprisingly not remote. Today is the first day that I could simply walk five minutes to drink an iced latte and use some internet, for instance. But in the jungle near Semuc Champey, I was somehow always surrounded by people, and not just tourists or coworkers.
Return from the Jungle
La Mejor Guía en Guatemala
El sabado pasado, mis amigas y yo fuimos a Santa Cruz La Laguna. Queriamos explorar y conocer el pueblo. Despues de caminar a la cumbre, sacando fotos toda la via, regresamos al embarcadero para tomar una poca de comida.
Mientras al hotel Iguana Perdida, encontramos un grande perro. Este perro es la mejor guía en Guatemala! El nos condujó a lo largo del lago por una hora – aun el aseguró que nos quedamos juntas. Increíble. Nosotras nunca habríamos encontrado este camino nosotras mismas.
Es posible que este perro sea la guía mas barata tambien. Cuando regresamos, lo pagamos solamente con cariño.
I don’t miss you, not even a little bit
I’ve been traveling for almost six weeks, 40 days to be exact. Six weeks is the longest I’ve ever traveled and I worry from time to time that I won’t be able to marathon a year out of this trip. But honestly it hardly feels like any time has passed. And, dear family and friends, I have to admit that I don’t miss you, not even a little bit.
My Pink Hell-Escuela
Sometimes – though not very often – when traveling, one makes a mistake. For instance, one might find oneself faced with the opportunity to study Spanish in Guatemala for half the price than the school, or escuela, one researched in a different location. And one might research said school but not find anything. And one might decide that one week at this school – at half-price, don’t forget – is a good investment. This, dear reader, is a mistake; for with Spanish schools, as with tattoos, one gets what one pays for.