I'm back in SF, and I am thrilled...
I have much more to write about regarding reflections from my trip, but not now!
Toodleoo.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
I survived a 10 meter jump and all I got was...
Hey bloggers...
In a word, Semuc Chempey was totally freakin' bodasciously gorgeous. Ok, that was more like 4 words, if you count bodasciously as a word...Regardless, pictures should be posted by tonight or by the latest when I return to the USA.
But for now, turn off the music you may listening to, stop your work for a second (ahem! If you are reading this at work please note that this is by no means an invitation to shirk your responsibilities, shame shame), close your eyes, open them, take a breath, and let me recap my adventure...
Semuc Chempey is a cluster of water pools that emenate (I think) from a rather large water fall or certainly a water flow.
The water, due to restrictions on usage and likely due to the ever flowing of water AND to the surrounding jungle it is nestled between, is a hue of blue green. There are smaller little waterfalls that divide each pool, and the water feels great. So if you are scoring at home, there are a lot of beautiful pools of blue green water, in the middle of the jungle. Ok? Ok.
I decided to go as part of a tour, while pricey, and was by far and away a great choice. It started off innocently enough...climbing up to the top of the jungle to get an aerial view. 
Working up a sweat, we jumped into the water and swam. All the while...the ominous 10 meter jump (30+ feet) was on all of our minds. Yes, this was optional, but essentially, it consisted of climbing down a rope ladder to jump some 30 odd feet into the cool water.
I was totally up for it. At least mentally. About 10 of us decided to go for it, and we started by climbing up the side of a cliff for a mere 6 meter jump. Only 3 of us did this, your humble narator (yes, from A Clockwork Orange, I know) being one of them. Man...Rene, our guide went first, and did a beautiful headfirst dive into the water. Um....ok. I was up next. I didn´t want to do it...my knees were shaking, but that was the only way down. It wasn´t pretty, but I jumped and landed. WOOOOOOOOO!
So that was the easy one? Crap! We kept going, did another crazy jump and finally got to a cross-roads. Take a funky little rope ladder down to go further. Alright, I´m in. Kids, this was scary, at least for me anyways...we scaled a shear cliff on nothing but a little rope ladder. AWESOME. After that, we were surronded by rushing water and a high cliff. Time to jump? Nope, not quite yet. We then lassoed a rope around rocks, ducked our heads and climbed down into a cave. This was AWESOMER! The cave walls on one side looked like petrified wood. On the other side it looked like a big melted wax candle. Freakin´cool man. Never have seen anything like this, truly special. After soaking (literally) the cave up, we headed back up the rope and to the last cross-roads. 30 ft jump?
Did I ever mention that I´m a teency bit scared of heights? Yah, ferris wheels kinda give me the willies. And during ropes course stuff, I´ve done it, but if I jump off that pole thing, the whole pole is shaking.
Oh, and this one time...
Oh wait, sorry, back to the story.
Hell yes I jumped! Apparently I didn´t jump that far out...but I set a good example for the other jumpers so they could try and not make it as close to the side of the cliff as me. Hey, I got style...or actually, nothing like it. But I did it. And I had fun. And I pushed my boundries. So now I can salsa dance, cliff dive, and understand spoken spanish pretty well.
During this little adventure I befriended two Canadiens and an Austrailian who might crash at 406 Oak once he makes it to SF, thanks roomies! They are super nice, and it felt good to share the adventure with them if it couldn´t be Roni. Speaking about Roni, she is doing well, Adam misses her a ton.
Now I am in...Flores. Again. Why? Because it was really hard to get to Rio Dulce from Coban. I mean, I chickened out from taking two chicken buses on long trips by myself. Whatever. I hope to get there tomorrow and to Livingston. This will be the carribbean leg of the program.
Then to Antigua by Thursday night, then back home to SF Friday. All in due time. This might be the last posting before I come home, so Guatemala, thank you!
In a word, Semuc Chempey was totally freakin' bodasciously gorgeous. Ok, that was more like 4 words, if you count bodasciously as a word...Regardless, pictures should be posted by tonight or by the latest when I return to the USA.
But for now, turn off the music you may listening to, stop your work for a second (ahem! If you are reading this at work please note that this is by no means an invitation to shirk your responsibilities, shame shame), close your eyes, open them, take a breath, and let me recap my adventure...Semuc Chempey is a cluster of water pools that emenate (I think) from a rather large water fall or certainly a water flow.
The water, due to restrictions on usage and likely due to the ever flowing of water AND to the surrounding jungle it is nestled between, is a hue of blue green. There are smaller little waterfalls that divide each pool, and the water feels great. So if you are scoring at home, there are a lot of beautiful pools of blue green water, in the middle of the jungle. Ok? Ok.
I decided to go as part of a tour, while pricey, and was by far and away a great choice. It started off innocently enough...climbing up to the top of the jungle to get an aerial view. 
Working up a sweat, we jumped into the water and swam. All the while...the ominous 10 meter jump (30+ feet) was on all of our minds. Yes, this was optional, but essentially, it consisted of climbing down a rope ladder to jump some 30 odd feet into the cool water.I was totally up for it. At least mentally. About 10 of us decided to go for it, and we started by climbing up the side of a cliff for a mere 6 meter jump. Only 3 of us did this, your humble narator (yes, from A Clockwork Orange, I know) being one of them. Man...Rene, our guide went first, and did a beautiful headfirst dive into the water. Um....ok. I was up next. I didn´t want to do it...my knees were shaking, but that was the only way down. It wasn´t pretty, but I jumped and landed. WOOOOOOOOO!
So that was the easy one? Crap! We kept going, did another crazy jump and finally got to a cross-roads. Take a funky little rope ladder down to go further. Alright, I´m in. Kids, this was scary, at least for me anyways...we scaled a shear cliff on nothing but a little rope ladder. AWESOME. After that, we were surronded by rushing water and a high cliff. Time to jump? Nope, not quite yet. We then lassoed a rope around rocks, ducked our heads and climbed down into a cave. This was AWESOMER! The cave walls on one side looked like petrified wood. On the other side it looked like a big melted wax candle. Freakin´cool man. Never have seen anything like this, truly special. After soaking (literally) the cave up, we headed back up the rope and to the last cross-roads. 30 ft jump?
Did I ever mention that I´m a teency bit scared of heights? Yah, ferris wheels kinda give me the willies. And during ropes course stuff, I´ve done it, but if I jump off that pole thing, the whole pole is shaking.
Oh, and this one time...
Oh wait, sorry, back to the story.
Hell yes I jumped! Apparently I didn´t jump that far out...but I set a good example for the other jumpers so they could try and not make it as close to the side of the cliff as me. Hey, I got style...or actually, nothing like it. But I did it. And I had fun. And I pushed my boundries. So now I can salsa dance, cliff dive, and understand spoken spanish pretty well.
During this little adventure I befriended two Canadiens and an Austrailian who might crash at 406 Oak once he makes it to SF, thanks roomies! They are super nice, and it felt good to share the adventure with them if it couldn´t be Roni. Speaking about Roni, she is doing well, Adam misses her a ton.
Now I am in...Flores. Again. Why? Because it was really hard to get to Rio Dulce from Coban. I mean, I chickened out from taking two chicken buses on long trips by myself. Whatever. I hope to get there tomorrow and to Livingston. This will be the carribbean leg of the program.
Then to Antigua by Thursday night, then back home to SF Friday. All in due time. This might be the last posting before I come home, so Guatemala, thank you!
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Coban
Hey there,
I made it safely in Coban and am off on a two day tour of Semuc Champey and Lanquin. It should be awesome.
I know it seems like I have nothing better to do but play on the internet, but I actually wont be able to post for 2 to 3 days, amazing I know. So don´t get worried if you don´t hear from me.
Toodleoo
I made it safely in Coban and am off on a two day tour of Semuc Champey and Lanquin. It should be awesome.
I know it seems like I have nothing better to do but play on the internet, but I actually wont be able to post for 2 to 3 days, amazing I know. So don´t get worried if you don´t hear from me.
Toodleoo
Friday, July 20, 2007
Salsa
Here´s a scary thought...Adam plus Salsa = a great experience!!!
Man, I´m dizzy after my first salsa lesson, but I think I kinda got the very basic steps and turn down.
Whew. Now if you´ll excuse me, I´m going to go throw up.
Just kidding. I hope.
Man, I´m dizzy after my first salsa lesson, but I think I kinda got the very basic steps and turn down.
Whew. Now if you´ll excuse me, I´m going to go throw up.
Just kidding. I hope.
And away we go...
Well, I will at least.
I leave Antigua tomorrow morning for Coban, a mountain town that is near the luscious and prescious Lanquin and Semuc Champey.
I´m sad to leave Antigua, as I have really come to appreciate it, it´s setting betwixt the volcanoes and highlands, and it´s historic feel. Yet, evenings have been lonely and I think that starting up with travelling again will help finish my last week in style.
To continue a bit from yesterday...raise your hand if you´re currently reading something extracuricularly. Ok good. If you didn´t raise your hand, do me a favor and start reading. Something. Anything. Thanks.
And now I´ve included pictures of myself with Irma
And here is one of me and Antonio
Yes, the beard is back. Watch out. Although I look a bit messy these days.
I truly enjoyed my homestay and my Spanish lessons and if anyone else ventures as far south as Antigua, I will gladly hook you up with Irma and Antonio.
Oh, and they have a turtle, so what the hey. Go ninja, go ninja go.
I leave Antigua tomorrow morning for Coban, a mountain town that is near the luscious and prescious Lanquin and Semuc Champey.
I´m sad to leave Antigua, as I have really come to appreciate it, it´s setting betwixt the volcanoes and highlands, and it´s historic feel. Yet, evenings have been lonely and I think that starting up with travelling again will help finish my last week in style.
To continue a bit from yesterday...raise your hand if you´re currently reading something extracuricularly. Ok good. If you didn´t raise your hand, do me a favor and start reading. Something. Anything. Thanks.
And now I´ve included pictures of myself with Irma
And here is one of me and Antonio
Yes, the beard is back. Watch out. Although I look a bit messy these days.I truly enjoyed my homestay and my Spanish lessons and if anyone else ventures as far south as Antigua, I will gladly hook you up with Irma and Antonio.
Oh, and they have a turtle, so what the hey. Go ninja, go ninja go.
Besos.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
The Preachy Part
Traveling in Guatemala is not all about fun and games. Hopefully some of you did a little research about some of the recent history here, I am no expert and wont claim to be one, but if anything I want to comment about is the complicit role the United States of America played here, sometimes sponsoring coups, sometimes cutting off aid.
From my understanding, the US lent $$$, arms, and planes in order to help quel Guerrilla insurgency that at times took on a Socialist ring. Sound familiar? It should, the US did it for years in what were then considered third world countries, countries that by definition had yet to allign themselves with Western Capital or Communist Ideals. The civil war that took place in this country was brutal and very divisive and its effects are still felt today.
No, Guatemala is not the only country to receive US dollars they could never repay for a underlying US gain...it´s just one of many. I recently finished reading Confessions of an Economc Hitman, now a few years old, but still VERY relevant. I highly encourage those who haven´t read it to read it. Once again, it details in great detail the measures businesses and our government went to to secure oil, capitalism, and unpayable debts from the developing world.
Why do I mention this? Well, I think that Americans from the United States don´t have a clue for the most part, and well, that´s the way it´s designed. Mainstream news channels and textbooks don´t give us underlying stories and currents of what is really going down. So it´s not your fault, but I think it´s time you start doing some research. Part of informing yourself is by travelling, by exposing yourself to different lifestyles, different cultures, different ideas. I´ve found that we truly live in a big bubble of US idealism, closemindedness, and ignorance. It´s sad, truly sad. It´s a VERY big world out there...open your eyes.
Yet, even if we begin to lift the blindfold and inform ourselves, what then? The grip on power, money, and influence and such is soooo insidious that I don´t envision many changes. Democrat and Republican make little difference honestly. Is anybody better than Bush? Really? To some degree yes, but Obama-Clinton aren´t the be all fix all solution either. They will succumb to similar pressures if and when they are elected.
Being in Guatemala and talking with Antonio illustrates that despite our relative comfort and weatlh in the USA, we have a world of problems internally and abroad. Those that know me well know that I wanted to take on healthcare...but I think I´m losing the spirit for that fight. So long as our country views healthcare as a profit commodity rather than a civic service, I don´t see a point in getting involved, I think I´ll burn out. At least San Francisco has the right idea. That´s why I live there.
Chew on this...the US government does indeed spend a freakin´boat load of money on public healthcare...Medicare and Medicaid. But what do Medicare premiums really get you? Free care for elderly? No freakin´way. In fact, in order to reap the most from Medicare eldery people are encouraged to ¨spend down¨. What does that mean? That means you spend away your money freely (no doubt fattening the pockets of the wealthy even more) until your poor enough to get cheaper medical care. This makes a ton of sense for the baby boom population....not. IMagine you work hard all your life, save away, contribute to social security,but then have to pay a crap load of money for pills and copays. Great system America. Glad to know we spend a crap load of money on a flawed and inherently contradictory program. That´s not nearly as bad as spending a crap load of money to bring democracy to Iraq.
Yet, I am an American. That´s where I´m from, its what culture I relate to most, so I don´t see myself moving. It´s just part of life I suppose. Nothing is perfect, countless things are far from ideal, and what choice do I really have.
The solutions are these...live a simple and healthy life. Be good to your friends, better to your lovers, and kind to the people that annoy you. Smile, smile, smile. It works wonders.
I´m stepping off of my pulpit now. This is my last preaching post I promise.
From my understanding, the US lent $$$, arms, and planes in order to help quel Guerrilla insurgency that at times took on a Socialist ring. Sound familiar? It should, the US did it for years in what were then considered third world countries, countries that by definition had yet to allign themselves with Western Capital or Communist Ideals. The civil war that took place in this country was brutal and very divisive and its effects are still felt today.
No, Guatemala is not the only country to receive US dollars they could never repay for a underlying US gain...it´s just one of many. I recently finished reading Confessions of an Economc Hitman, now a few years old, but still VERY relevant. I highly encourage those who haven´t read it to read it. Once again, it details in great detail the measures businesses and our government went to to secure oil, capitalism, and unpayable debts from the developing world.
Why do I mention this? Well, I think that Americans from the United States don´t have a clue for the most part, and well, that´s the way it´s designed. Mainstream news channels and textbooks don´t give us underlying stories and currents of what is really going down. So it´s not your fault, but I think it´s time you start doing some research. Part of informing yourself is by travelling, by exposing yourself to different lifestyles, different cultures, different ideas. I´ve found that we truly live in a big bubble of US idealism, closemindedness, and ignorance. It´s sad, truly sad. It´s a VERY big world out there...open your eyes.
Yet, even if we begin to lift the blindfold and inform ourselves, what then? The grip on power, money, and influence and such is soooo insidious that I don´t envision many changes. Democrat and Republican make little difference honestly. Is anybody better than Bush? Really? To some degree yes, but Obama-Clinton aren´t the be all fix all solution either. They will succumb to similar pressures if and when they are elected.
Being in Guatemala and talking with Antonio illustrates that despite our relative comfort and weatlh in the USA, we have a world of problems internally and abroad. Those that know me well know that I wanted to take on healthcare...but I think I´m losing the spirit for that fight. So long as our country views healthcare as a profit commodity rather than a civic service, I don´t see a point in getting involved, I think I´ll burn out. At least San Francisco has the right idea. That´s why I live there.
Chew on this...the US government does indeed spend a freakin´boat load of money on public healthcare...Medicare and Medicaid. But what do Medicare premiums really get you? Free care for elderly? No freakin´way. In fact, in order to reap the most from Medicare eldery people are encouraged to ¨spend down¨. What does that mean? That means you spend away your money freely (no doubt fattening the pockets of the wealthy even more) until your poor enough to get cheaper medical care. This makes a ton of sense for the baby boom population....not. IMagine you work hard all your life, save away, contribute to social security,but then have to pay a crap load of money for pills and copays. Great system America. Glad to know we spend a crap load of money on a flawed and inherently contradictory program. That´s not nearly as bad as spending a crap load of money to bring democracy to Iraq.
Yet, I am an American. That´s where I´m from, its what culture I relate to most, so I don´t see myself moving. It´s just part of life I suppose. Nothing is perfect, countless things are far from ideal, and what choice do I really have.
The solutions are these...live a simple and healthy life. Be good to your friends, better to your lovers, and kind to the people that annoy you. Smile, smile, smile. It works wonders.
I´m stepping off of my pulpit now. This is my last preaching post I promise.
Feelin´Better
Just a quicky...
Stomach issues all cleared up, all hail the magic of Cippro.
I will blog more later.
Healthy and Happy!
Stomach issues all cleared up, all hail the magic of Cippro.
I will blog more later.
Healthy and Happy!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Not calling in Sick
Man oh man... I had it rough yesterday. Maybe it was that Tamale, or maybe it was the hamburger at Sporks, or the Chicken Fajitas at contiuously overrated reading Rainbow room, or perhaps it was the other side of Karma for making fun of Argetina, I don't know...but I was SICK yesterday.
Suffering, I think I had a small fever and a big stomach problem. I trudged along and went to my Spanish lessons, and did well for about three hours, but I eventually had to stop there, and walked my weak legs back to Irma's house.
With my mom's voice in my head, I put on all the warm clothes I had to sweat out the fever and passed out for three hours, missing my lunch. I woke up dazed, lethargic, and hungry. Irma was working around the house, and she asked me if I wanted to watch TV. Boy I started rejoicing, that's all I wanted. She made me some tea and some toast, and I was all set.
Together we watched CSI (the first and likely only time I will see this show) and some other stuff, and we chatted. It was just what the doctor, my mom, or anyone could have ordered.
Plus I got a ton of loving channeled my way from Roni, so that helped me get through.
Today's lessons were short, and I don't know how much I'm really retaining, but Antonio and I are having conversations about interesting things in Spanish and that has made this experience totally worth it.
Also, it feels great "living" in Antigua. This is a really cool place and it feels nice just kinda being around.
Y'all take it easy now.
Suffering, I think I had a small fever and a big stomach problem. I trudged along and went to my Spanish lessons, and did well for about three hours, but I eventually had to stop there, and walked my weak legs back to Irma's house.
With my mom's voice in my head, I put on all the warm clothes I had to sweat out the fever and passed out for three hours, missing my lunch. I woke up dazed, lethargic, and hungry. Irma was working around the house, and she asked me if I wanted to watch TV. Boy I started rejoicing, that's all I wanted. She made me some tea and some toast, and I was all set.
Together we watched CSI (the first and likely only time I will see this show) and some other stuff, and we chatted. It was just what the doctor, my mom, or anyone could have ordered.
Plus I got a ton of loving channeled my way from Roni, so that helped me get through.
Today's lessons were short, and I don't know how much I'm really retaining, but Antonio and I are having conversations about interesting things in Spanish and that has made this experience totally worth it.
Also, it feels great "living" in Antigua. This is a really cool place and it feels nice just kinda being around.
Y'all take it easy now.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Vamo-vamos a Ganar
Hola futbol fans...
I'm back in Antigua and will begin my Spanish classes tomorrow. Orale!
Yesterday I attended the 57th anniversary (not 25th like I thought) celebration for Radio Cultural, a local station of San Pedro de La Laguna. It was quite the event, a really special experience unlike any other I've been to. First, there were tons of Guatemalans, not sure if they were from San Pedro persay, but regardless, this felt like the most genuine Guatemalan experience of my trip so far, and therefore very special.
The event kicked off with a opening number from a chorus of maybe 25 Mayan women, singing about two songs. Then there was a prayer, followed by speeches, and then more performances. There was one group with three guitarists who rocked it, playing a kinda Flamenco style. Another group had I'd say 20 musicians, a few guitars, voices, rhythm, etc.
I'm back in Antigua and will begin my Spanish classes tomorrow. Orale!
Yesterday I attended the 57th anniversary (not 25th like I thought) celebration for Radio Cultural, a local station of San Pedro de La Laguna. It was quite the event, a really special experience unlike any other I've been to. First, there were tons of Guatemalans, not sure if they were from San Pedro persay, but regardless, this felt like the most genuine Guatemalan experience of my trip so far, and therefore very special.
The event kicked off with a opening number from a chorus of maybe 25 Mayan women, singing about two songs. Then there was a prayer, followed by speeches, and then more performances. There was one group with three guitarists who rocked it, playing a kinda Flamenco style. Another group had I'd say 20 musicians, a few guitars, voices, rhythm, etc.
The speeches, from what I understood, were about San Pedro, el Senor, Radio Cultural, and more. I didn't stay for the whole thing, and somehow that was a good call. Turns out my hotel was very close to the celebration, and the same guy was speaking for onwards of 45 minutes.
Whew. I grabbed myself a Tamale (2 quetz!) and went on home.
After chilaxing alone in the dorm of 8, just me and myself, I went to Zoola, and Israeli joint swarming with Israeli travelers and now made locals. It felt really nice to hear some hebrew, although it was a bit tough to have my first dinner alone. I went all out and ordered a sampler, which was delicious, but had to spread out the eating of it over an hour to get anywhere close to finishing it.
Then I was joined by a group of Israelis and we chatted it up. Kinda. They didn't really seem interested in my answers to the questions they asked, that's cool. They were impressed by the little Hebrew I do know.
Upon arriving in Antigua, I went to get my laundry and to go to my new Home stay. Turns out Madre Irma invited all of her family over, so I was greeted by a rather large lunch party when I came home. I didn't sit at the table, and I don't think I was invited to, which is ok considering it was a family event on a Sunday, but nonetheless it was really cool to see a big family getting together. Makes me miss my family and friends. Really.
Then I went to a sport's bar called Sporks (no no, not kosher) and watched the Argentina/Brazil Copa America final. Antigua was buzzing about this game, with about half the city split for either team (at least those that care to watch futbol).
With all apologies to my dear friend Gabe, it wasn't a close game at all, but I did learn a new Argentina spirit song, so I'm pretty stoked about that. It was fun to watch the game here, I must say that.
That's about it for me. Write me emails, please. Tell me what's going on in your life.
After chilaxing alone in the dorm of 8, just me and myself, I went to Zoola, and Israeli joint swarming with Israeli travelers and now made locals. It felt really nice to hear some hebrew, although it was a bit tough to have my first dinner alone. I went all out and ordered a sampler, which was delicious, but had to spread out the eating of it over an hour to get anywhere close to finishing it.
Then I was joined by a group of Israelis and we chatted it up. Kinda. They didn't really seem interested in my answers to the questions they asked, that's cool. They were impressed by the little Hebrew I do know.
Upon arriving in Antigua, I went to get my laundry and to go to my new Home stay. Turns out Madre Irma invited all of her family over, so I was greeted by a rather large lunch party when I came home. I didn't sit at the table, and I don't think I was invited to, which is ok considering it was a family event on a Sunday, but nonetheless it was really cool to see a big family getting together. Makes me miss my family and friends. Really.
Then I went to a sport's bar called Sporks (no no, not kosher) and watched the Argentina/Brazil Copa America final. Antigua was buzzing about this game, with about half the city split for either team (at least those that care to watch futbol).
With all apologies to my dear friend Gabe, it wasn't a close game at all, but I did learn a new Argentina spirit song, so I'm pretty stoked about that. It was fun to watch the game here, I must say that.
That's about it for me. Write me emails, please. Tell me what's going on in your life.
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Spanish Lessons and a Homestay, Change of Plan, Fate, San Pedro de Atitlan, and the Dorms
Roni left way early in the morning, but I needed to get a lot done in Antigua Friday morning before I was headed off to Xela (a nickname based on the Mayan name for the large town of Quetzaltenango).
I needed to secure Spanish lessons, a homestay, laundry service, a shuttle trip, check-out of my hotel, and check with Roni's driver about what the hell happened (she got to the airport and california fine, but the driver we scheduled didn't show) in the span of a morning
I re-awoke at 7 am and went out on my way into the quiet streets of Antigua. I had met a man who said there was a good Spanish school near where we were talking, so I tried there first. To my dismay, I didn't remember how to get there, and didn't find the school he was talking about. Besides, it was too early in the morning to get business done, so...I went to the best breakfast place in town, that is, if I could remember how to get there. I was close. I thought it was on a calle instead of an avenida, but I found it nonetheless and sat down for Huevos Rancheros.
As I was finishing up my meal in solitude (which means I ate quickly, which was good cuz Ihad stuff to do) I saw a man I recognized out of the corner of my eye. He was the teacher who taught Gregg and he was at THE same restaraunt. I payed quickly and pardoned myself, and then made an introduction. His name is Antonio. He was happy to take me on as a student, he was made aware of my time constraint. He whisked me away, and we headed to Irma's home where I would spend the week. She was SOOOO nice and very warm. Let me tell you, this house is AMAZING. An incredible garden, and pretty big too. I think they do well for themselves. I hope to have pictures when I return to Antigua, but of course con permiso. So just like that, I set myself up with a week's worth of Spanish lessons, a homestay, and avoided having to pay a syndicated school more money. A win-win-win all the way around. And I know it's a great experience because Gregg already went through it. Sweet.
So I rushed off to the hotel to pack and check-out. I spoke with Erwin, the driver, and we cleared everything up. Then I headed to Irma's again to drop off my bag, and schedule a van ride to Xela. Much to my dismay, I couldn't get a direct van ride later than 12:30...until a travel agent had the brilliant idea to send me to Los Encuentros where I could get a ChickenBus (more on this hopefully later in the blog (later later)) to Xela.
Once I was on the van, I learned that the rest of the 13 passengers (yes, 13 on a packed van) were actually headed to Panajachel (the lake town). Hmmm. Everyone was really excited, and when I announced where I was headed, I heard a bit more about Xela. Well, nothing bad, but I started considering that it's colder, I wouldn't get there til dark, and it's the 2nd biggest city in Guatemala. Maybe not the best place for a solo traveler on a Friday night who hadn't been there before.
I mulled it over for awhile...and then had a change of heart. When we stopped in traffic, I informed the driver that I no longer wanted to go to Los Encuentros and that I wanted to join the group to Pana. He was a bit annoyed because the reason we were stuck in traffic was because we were on the main road that eventually hits both Los Encuentros and Pana. If we had needed to go to Pana exclusively, we would have taken the windey roads that make you want to puke, but at least you miss traffic. I felt bad, but I was consoled by a local from San Pedro of the lake who told me it's better to go this way because it's safer, especially considering the amount of people on our van.
As traffic moved, we passed through Los Encuentros...around 4 pm, and I had one more chance to re-change my mind, but I went forward. As we twisted toward Pana, our brakes began to smell and our exhaust pipe began dragging on bumps in the road. My local friend said that it was a damned good thing we went on the path that we did, because the brakes couldn't have handled many more twists and turns. So, Fate makes a grand appearance. Thanks!
On the van I met a nice pair, not a couple, and they were headed to San Pedro as well. From what I heard, San Pedro is the party town, not really my scene, but it could be kinda fun to be around more people now that I am a solo traveller. So I went with it. Getting a room was a bit tough on a Friday night, so I followed the pair, Rachel(of England but now residing (kinda) in Scotland) and Anis (like the plant, he's from Denmark). We ended up at a nice place that a shared room with 8 beds.
I needed to secure Spanish lessons, a homestay, laundry service, a shuttle trip, check-out of my hotel, and check with Roni's driver about what the hell happened (she got to the airport and california fine, but the driver we scheduled didn't show) in the span of a morning
I re-awoke at 7 am and went out on my way into the quiet streets of Antigua. I had met a man who said there was a good Spanish school near where we were talking, so I tried there first. To my dismay, I didn't remember how to get there, and didn't find the school he was talking about. Besides, it was too early in the morning to get business done, so...I went to the best breakfast place in town, that is, if I could remember how to get there. I was close. I thought it was on a calle instead of an avenida, but I found it nonetheless and sat down for Huevos Rancheros.
As I was finishing up my meal in solitude (which means I ate quickly, which was good cuz Ihad stuff to do) I saw a man I recognized out of the corner of my eye. He was the teacher who taught Gregg and he was at THE same restaraunt. I payed quickly and pardoned myself, and then made an introduction. His name is Antonio. He was happy to take me on as a student, he was made aware of my time constraint. He whisked me away, and we headed to Irma's home where I would spend the week. She was SOOOO nice and very warm. Let me tell you, this house is AMAZING. An incredible garden, and pretty big too. I think they do well for themselves. I hope to have pictures when I return to Antigua, but of course con permiso. So just like that, I set myself up with a week's worth of Spanish lessons, a homestay, and avoided having to pay a syndicated school more money. A win-win-win all the way around. And I know it's a great experience because Gregg already went through it. Sweet.
So I rushed off to the hotel to pack and check-out. I spoke with Erwin, the driver, and we cleared everything up. Then I headed to Irma's again to drop off my bag, and schedule a van ride to Xela. Much to my dismay, I couldn't get a direct van ride later than 12:30...until a travel agent had the brilliant idea to send me to Los Encuentros where I could get a ChickenBus (more on this hopefully later in the blog (later later)) to Xela.
Once I was on the van, I learned that the rest of the 13 passengers (yes, 13 on a packed van) were actually headed to Panajachel (the lake town). Hmmm. Everyone was really excited, and when I announced where I was headed, I heard a bit more about Xela. Well, nothing bad, but I started considering that it's colder, I wouldn't get there til dark, and it's the 2nd biggest city in Guatemala. Maybe not the best place for a solo traveler on a Friday night who hadn't been there before.
I mulled it over for awhile...and then had a change of heart. When we stopped in traffic, I informed the driver that I no longer wanted to go to Los Encuentros and that I wanted to join the group to Pana. He was a bit annoyed because the reason we were stuck in traffic was because we were on the main road that eventually hits both Los Encuentros and Pana. If we had needed to go to Pana exclusively, we would have taken the windey roads that make you want to puke, but at least you miss traffic. I felt bad, but I was consoled by a local from San Pedro of the lake who told me it's better to go this way because it's safer, especially considering the amount of people on our van.
As traffic moved, we passed through Los Encuentros...around 4 pm, and I had one more chance to re-change my mind, but I went forward. As we twisted toward Pana, our brakes began to smell and our exhaust pipe began dragging on bumps in the road. My local friend said that it was a damned good thing we went on the path that we did, because the brakes couldn't have handled many more twists and turns. So, Fate makes a grand appearance. Thanks!
On the van I met a nice pair, not a couple, and they were headed to San Pedro as well. From what I heard, San Pedro is the party town, not really my scene, but it could be kinda fun to be around more people now that I am a solo traveller. So I went with it. Getting a room was a bit tough on a Friday night, so I followed the pair, Rachel(of England but now residing (kinda) in Scotland) and Anis (like the plant, he's from Denmark). We ended up at a nice place that a shared room with 8 beds.
What? A dorm?! Yes, a dorm. And a nice one. I felt really weird about it at first, and then figured what the hey.
A dorm I stayed in! And it was nice. There was only one other person there, so in total, there were 4 people. It felt like camp. The three of us went out to dinner, talked about politics, Americans (of the US), renewable energy, and the human condition.
My impressions of San Pedro? Well...there are a ton of Hippies, Yippies, and Yuppies, but I went to school in Berkeley, so I don´t think much can shock me. And that´s the foriegner vibe. Locals exhibit some of the hippy vibe too, and I´ve been offered a few mind altering substances already, and I have politely declined. The local population is mixed with those that speak Mayan, spanish, and others. But if I had to give a report, it seems that are is a bit more going on in the real town at night than maybe some of the other villages around the lake. I think San Pedro has a more vibrant local and tourist scene, whether or not that´s due to the tourists, I don´t know. Roni just said it to me in an email, I think my time in San Pedro will allow me to experience a lake town a bit more than our stay in La Casa Del Mundo allowed for. So that´s nice. I have NO regrets at the momet for being here vs. Xela. I get to look out on the lake out of my window, observe
This morning we went kayaking on the lake. They left to go back to Antigua and I had myself a great lunch of garlicy mushrooms, a Spanish delicacy I think.
Right before lunch, I needed to buy a shirt, all of mine are dirty, including the one that was on my back. I thought this would be an easy operation, but it turned out a bit more time consuming. I thought I´d buy a Gallo shirt (Gallo is the big beer here, and I´m a big beer guy), but I swear to you I couldn´t find one. Seriously. I searched the tourist town, the upper part of the town, the market, etc, and nada. I headed back to the dorm dejected, and then came across a Rasta place that had a Ropas (clothes) sign. I went in and checked out the wears and found a nice tie-dye that was Hecho in Guatemala for 30 quetz (a little less then 4 bucks). Awesome! Now I´ll fit in nicely here...
Today there is a little shin-dig near my place celebrating the 25th anniversary of a local radio station. I am so there. I'll have pics of that tomorrow, I swear.
Ok, enough from me.
Roni, Hasta Luego
Roni arrived safely in California yesterday, and the trip hasn't been the same without her.
I will miss her a lot! We had a blast together. But don't worry bloggers, I am prepared to continue having a great adventure and telling you all about it.
Some things to look forward to:
1.) More blogging. Now I'm lonelier, so I'll be on the internet more...so write me!
2.) Less pictures of Roni (sad!).
3.) Less pictures of me. Unless I try to do some self-portraits.
I will miss her a lot! We had a blast together. But don't worry bloggers, I am prepared to continue having a great adventure and telling you all about it.
Some things to look forward to:
1.) More blogging. Now I'm lonelier, so I'll be on the internet more...so write me!
2.) Less pictures of Roni (sad!).
3.) Less pictures of me. Unless I try to do some self-portraits.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Tikal
Pictures here, commentary below
We woke up pretty early to head to Tikal. Again, for background, please do your own research.
The sky was overcast, which was good, because it is already muggy to begin with. We went to many of the sights, pictures are above.
When we stopped to eat our packed lunch, it began to rain. It really cooled everything off and I think we lucked out. I think we enjoyed treking through the jungle as much as climbing the ruins.
One thing to note... Roni noticed that the Mayans moved away from Tikal because the rain lessened. It is believed the rain lessened due to deforrestation. The Mayans cut down the jungle so that there city could exist and also detect attack from other regions. When they left, the jungle grew back. In the 1850s Tikal was discovered and excavation began. this essentially means that big humps of trees and plant life covering old limestone are being removed, a kind of deforrestation if you will. Which will lead to...bingo, less rain. Ironic no? And for what? Sure, it is really cool to see old archaelogical sites, and to learn how humans used to live. But is that more important that preserving our current and future biospheres? Hmmmm
We woke up pretty early to head to Tikal. Again, for background, please do your own research.
The sky was overcast, which was good, because it is already muggy to begin with. We went to many of the sights, pictures are above.
When we stopped to eat our packed lunch, it began to rain. It really cooled everything off and I think we lucked out. I think we enjoyed treking through the jungle as much as climbing the ruins.
One thing to note... Roni noticed that the Mayans moved away from Tikal because the rain lessened. It is believed the rain lessened due to deforrestation. The Mayans cut down the jungle so that there city could exist and also detect attack from other regions. When they left, the jungle grew back. In the 1850s Tikal was discovered and excavation began. this essentially means that big humps of trees and plant life covering old limestone are being removed, a kind of deforrestation if you will. Which will lead to...bingo, less rain. Ironic no? And for what? Sure, it is really cool to see old archaelogical sites, and to learn how humans used to live. But is that more important that preserving our current and future biospheres? Hmmmm
Flores
A wise person, my father, once told me that my expectations are too high. He might be right. I expected a lot from Finca, and was disappointed. I expected NOTHING from Flores, and highly enjoyed it.
Flores, from what I heard, is a small island town close to the site of Tikal. It was supposed to be a stopover to something better. Furthermore, it was supposed to be saturated with tourists. Well, it is saturated with tourists, it is close to Tikal, and it is a stopover town.
But it is also really pleasent and it was a great respite for us. We didn not expect to get another swimming opportunity and we sure did abuse it. It was very warm when we got here, and the swimming really took the edge off.
For dinner we went to La Luna (excellent!!!!) and had a great dinner and earned ourselves free shots of Rum. Woohooooo. We are going again tonight and meeting a french couple we met today.
If you are to come to Guatemala and visit Tikal which is a must, I highly recommend trying to stay in El Rammate and eating at La Luna in Flores. Trust me.
Flores, from what I heard, is a small island town close to the site of Tikal. It was supposed to be a stopover to something better. Furthermore, it was supposed to be saturated with tourists. Well, it is saturated with tourists, it is close to Tikal, and it is a stopover town.
But it is also really pleasent and it was a great respite for us. We didn not expect to get another swimming opportunity and we sure did abuse it. It was very warm when we got here, and the swimming really took the edge off.
For dinner we went to La Luna (excellent!!!!) and had a great dinner and earned ourselves free shots of Rum. Woohooooo. We are going again tonight and meeting a french couple we met today.
If you are to come to Guatemala and visit Tikal which is a must, I highly recommend trying to stay in El Rammate and eating at La Luna in Flores. Trust me.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Finca Ixobel
Hey kiddies.
We spent two nights and an approximaely two days at Finca Ixobel which is near the city of Poptun which is in the northern region of the country. It is the country (ya know, not city like) if you catch my drift.
What to say about Finca? Well, let's do a good, bad, and the ugly...
Good
We heard a ton about this place going in, so we had high expectations. Word on the street was that this place is pretty awesome. The perks are that it is set on a farm, kinda feels like a kibutz (look it up if you don't know), and it brings together travelers of the world.
When we got there, we were greeted by friendly faces, good smells, and a room with plenty of mosquito netting and a hammock outside. Good start.
Ya don't have to pay for anything up front. You keep a page on log what you eat,drink, etc, and tally it up at the end.
Bad
Remember, this is my (sometimes Roni's too) blog, thse are my opinions, they don't necessarily reflect the truth, right or wrong, or divine providence...
I was disappointed with Finca. It was really close to being something really cool in my opinion, but just fell short on a couple of things.
1.) It's a farm, but I didn't FEEL like we we're growing all that much here. I could be VERY wrong, but it just didn't feel like a farm, or at least an overwhelmingly productive one.
2.) It seems to depend HEAVILY on tourists, it's out in the middle of nowhere, and well...I'm not sure if I'm big on going to a place soley because it's cool for tourists.
3.) THe food wasn't that good, and you almost had to go buffet style.
Ya know, I feel bad karma harping on this place. There's a lot of history and a lot of unknowns on my part, so I think I should stop bashing it. But by all accounts, I was a trifle disappointed and felt a tad empty being there.
Ugly
Hey bloggers, this is when you decide you really like me or like my writing, etc. So it happened, it was due to. No travel experience is complete without a fun bout with some stomach/intestinal issues. I made it about 11 days! THat's good for me. Let's just say I abstained from going on the caving expedition, figuring it was good to be close to civilization. I felt much better by the end of the night, though I was scared of the beef dish we were served.
Oh, well, I guess the bill was ugly. After a two day span of not paying, it hurt to get that bill.
Ok...I'm tired, we're off to Tikal tomorrow morning. Tonight we are in Flores, which we are enjoying very a lot, much to our surprise. I will add pictures tomorrow of past experiences and hopefully have some very special Tikal shots.
Do yourself a favor, Wikipedia search "Tikal" and you can save me the trouble of giving a poor explination.
Also, if there are any experts or knoweldgeable people out there with some background about Guatemalan political parties, I'd be SUPER interested.
Happy Birthday Roni
Greetings oh blog reading faithful.
We sure did celebrate Roni's Bday in style.
We had an incredible dinner at Casa del Mundo.
I was even able to convice the cooks to make a cake. It was complete with 27 candles. Well, a "2" and "7" anyways making it all the way from the USA.
We spent most of the day chilaxing, reading, swimming, and eating good. I think Roni had a blast on her bday. I know I did!
And here are some pics of us celebrating.
Also, we got to share the day with our buddy Gregg. Meeting, talking with, and sharing time with Gregg has to be the most pleasent surprise of our trip so far. He has made a lasting impact on both of us. my hope is to meet up with him briefly in Antigua.
We sure did celebrate Roni's Bday in style.
We had an incredible dinner at Casa del Mundo.I was even able to convice the cooks to make a cake. It was complete with 27 candles. Well, a "2" and "7" anyways making it all the way from the USA.
We spent most of the day chilaxing, reading, swimming, and eating good. I think Roni had a blast on her bday. I know I did!
And here are some pics of us celebrating.
Also, we got to share the day with our buddy Gregg. Meeting, talking with, and sharing time with Gregg has to be the most pleasent surprise of our trip so far. He has made a lasting impact on both of us. my hope is to meet up with him briefly in Antigua.
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Chillin´in Chichi
And here´s my dear Roni...
If you could see me now you´d be blinded by the sparkle of dangly beaded earrings I just bought on the street (while my travel partner diligently blogged) but Adam did his share of shopping too - because today we traveled to the huge outdoor door market in Chichicastengango (chichi). The small town is about an hour´s drive away (windy, cut into the mountains) - we nearly missed our shuttle there after running from one place to the next this morning. Adam and I were expecting to be overwhelmed by the market - instead we were invited into the wide aisles of color and smells. Woven purses and scarves, intricately carved masks, blue corn tortillas patted and fried on giant griddles...it was lovely. Adam bought a crisp white linen shirt and I bought a woven apron. We shared a sack of cashews that we bought from a little boy. While resting on the steps of a church we were surrounded by little girls (the youngest, two years old) trying to sell us crafts. Adam and I distracted them by demonstrating the beloved hand-clap ¨big mac, filet o fish,¨etc. It was a hit! The two year old with only one row of teeth was grinning and climbing on my lap. Later we explored quieter streets and found a tiny video arcade (bar with three old games) - for one quetzal we bought a game of foosball and invited two local guys to join us. They didn´t seem to know what to make of my high-fives or Adam´s smack-talking but we had a good time.
Adam and I are off to get dinner - after just cashews and a bag full of sliced mango my stomach is rumbling...tomorrow we go back to the lovely Casa del Mundo!
Here a few pictures that don´t do the market any justice.
The first is a shot of the market.
The second is a shot of the cemetary where traveleres dare not go. Check out how colorful it is...
THE Casa Del Mundo
Ok, so this place is pretty freakin´unreal.
As we boarded the little boat from the docks of Pana, we headed toward the quiet town of Jaibalito and the super resort that is Case del Mundo.
All of the recommendations were well deserved. This place was built up from nada by American husband and Guatemalan wife.
There are about 12 to 14 luscious rooms, most have a killer view of the lake.
I have a few pictures to share,but let me try and set the scene. As you approach Casa Del Mundo from the lake, you can´t help but point and say ¨whoaaa, look at that place¨as you first notice the many patios, hammocks, swings, vistas, and tables.
As we boarded the little boat from the docks of Pana, we headed toward the quiet town of Jaibalito and the super resort that is Case del Mundo.
All of the recommendations were well deserved. This place was built up from nada by American husband and Guatemalan wife.
There are about 12 to 14 luscious rooms, most have a killer view of the lake.
It was a tad expensive (but SOOOO worth it) and we were truly treated to a resort like setting (which isn´t my cup of tea every day of the week, but hey, I´m on vacation, I left my job, time to celebrate!).
I have a few pictures to share,but let me try and set the scene. As you approach Casa Del Mundo from the lake, you can´t help but point and say ¨whoaaa, look at that place¨as you first notice the many patios, hammocks, swings, vistas, and tables.
Then you realize it´s where YOU are gonna stay for awhile. A-w-e-s-o-m-e.
After we settled into what I will forever defend as one of THE nicest rooms in the joint, we met our Canadian friend Gregg and walked to Santa Cruz (another island town). I was proud of us because we most certainly could have stayed at the casa, swinging on hammocks, reading and relaxing. But no, not us.
Santa Cruz was wild. Once you got past all the touristy bling, and after a VERY steep set of three inclines, you arrive into the real town of Santa Cruz. We were met by many ¨holas¨and ¨buenas tardes¨as we made our ascent into the belly of the village. Finally we cooled off with 2 7-ups and talked about the vast differences between our world, the village we were in, the resort we were staying at,what it meant to us, how it relates to the human condition, why we live the way we do in the U.S.A., etc. Very meaningful experience.
Finally, we earned a dip in the lake and it felt AMAZING. Totally perfect temperature, although as the guidebooks predicted, the water was a bit choppy in the afternoon.
Later that evening we were privy to a family style dinner for all of the guests at the hotel. Gregg sat across from parents of a student he taught for three years. We were seated closely to a couple from Pacific Heights SF! And one more treat was a Danish French speaker who now lives Jaibalito.
Sadly, we had to leave Casa del Mundo the next morning (it books up quickly), but we got a reservation for Friday night. Which happens to be Roni´s Birthday. If you forgot, you better holler at her.
Happy Birthday Roni!
Lago de Atitlan
Hello out there in Blogland. Roni and I are just fine, so no worries. We´ve been up to a lot, so without further ado...
After a somewhat harrowing van ride from Antigua on Tuesday morning, we arrived at Panajachel, the big city of Lago de Atitlan.
Wow! This place is awesome. Any sick-to-my-stomach feelings were out the window (no, that does not mean I trew-up). The weather was perfect and we were off to Case del Mundo (much more on this place later).
There are several villages around the lake, each has a special feel. There are a lot of hippy remnants from years past near the shores of each village. The ¨real¨ villages tend to be quite a way uphil and out of the way of las turistas.
Also, you´ll see some rather large mountains in the background. One might be a volcano, but suffice it to say, the entire lake is enclosed by very steep hills. It truly is breathtaking.
Some say that Lago de Atitlan is an energy vortex. Some say it is a place of tranquility.
I say it is calming, gorgeous, and very exciting.
To get from town to town, one must take a mini-boat around the lago. Íf you want want to get to a different town, just wait outside on the dock and a boat should be around within the half-hour to take you to your favorite lunch place or to market.
Stay with me now...
Monday, July 2, 2007
Antigua...Escribo con respeto
Well, I lied. We're not in Panajachel. At least not today. After we left the internet cafe last night, Roni and I both came to the conclusion that we were just beginning to familiarize ourselves with Antigua and that we wanted another day.
Excellent choice.
We did not give Antigua proper respect, attention, or appreciation. My apologies to my readers and other Antigua travelers for acknowledging the volcano before writing about Antigua itself.
It took me a day to warm up to Antigua. Surpsing as this may be to a few people who are in the know, I kept getting lost. For those who do not know, Antigua is layed out in a grid comprised of Calles and Avenidas. Easy peasy, but I've been disorientated until...well, now. Finally. Worry not, Roni has been on-point with directions almost every time. We make a good team.
Otherwise, when we first arrived in Antigua it was about 6:30 am after flying all night. We were tired, but couldn't get into our hotel room until 11:30 am. After letting us drop off our large bags, Roni and walked around the town for much of the morning, having breakfast, a few liquidas, and some down time, and it FINALLY was 11:30. After a heavy heavy nap, we both awoke very tired and went about to explore Antigua further. I think we both felt a little lost, disorientated, and tired that first night. the next day we went to the voclano and that was such an overwhelmingly postive experience that we realized we were leaving Antigua far too prematurely.
I warmed up to Antigua rather quickly. The streets are cobblestoned, the buildings are cement, and their colors vary in pastel color from green, reds, yellows, etc. Roads are either one way or two way, and it feels like there are several cars here (some motorcycles too). No, I haven't ridden one...yet. I think I'll try that in Pana, but I'm not sure if that's a safe thing to do (as far as being a gringo on the road and all). My moto skills are...um really good.
Buildings typically have one to two levels at most, and each seems to have a large wooden door that hides vast and bountiful worlds. Many places we have eaten at, ventured into, and explored have amazingly lush open air courtyards. Not all buildings have this feature, but several do and each has been a pleasent surprise each time. I'd LOVE to have any of these courtyards in a backyard some day. Good luck finding that in the Bay Area.
Today has been great:
We woke up and had ourselves a delicious (if not compeltely decadent) breakfast from a great locale we stopped to smell the night before. Check it: scrambled eggs, black beans, and a slice of carrot cake. Vinh and Norey, worry not, pictures will be included once I can get a good downloading speed. We spent a few more hours chatting, reading, and hanging.
Roni signed herself up for a 4 hour spanish class today, which is where she is now. She's been doing great despite the limited spanish she knows. I've been doing pretty well myself being the primary speaker. Talking on the telephone is more challenging because I can't use my hands or watch facial expressions. But so far I was able to reserve us a one night stay at what has to be the most recommended place in Guatemala so far...La Casa del Mundo near Lago de Atitlan. Ok ok, to really confirm the reservation, the hotel worker spoke to me in English. Yesterday, they wanted me to forward money from a bank, I think. I kinda got lost in translation if you will. So long as we get there by 1 pm (and keep them posted) we're all set.
Today was also our first weekday in Antigua, and that was fun. Lots of students dressed in different uniforms heading off to class as well as few more stores opening up. The city and parque central had a different feel to it today, bustling around mediadia, but rather quiet after that. All I wanted was a little carne from a street vendor, and when left to my own devices, I was actually able to figure out where I was...I'm orientated baby. Watch out. Lunch was awesome. Yes, a picture was taken.
So tomorrow we will be headed to Lago de Atitlan and will be staying in La Case Del Mundo in the village of Jaibalito (I hope!).
I think we're in for a few days around the lake. I might go handgliding. No, Roni is doubtful for this, but if you send strong words of encouragement her way, you never know.
Also...comments are always appreciated, so go on right ahead. If you have a bit more to say or want to address one of us more specifically, shoot us an email.
I promise that pictures will make it in here. Ones to look forward to: food, the volcano, lava, first class flying, and more.
Buenos Tardes
Excellent choice.
We did not give Antigua proper respect, attention, or appreciation. My apologies to my readers and other Antigua travelers for acknowledging the volcano before writing about Antigua itself.
It took me a day to warm up to Antigua. Surpsing as this may be to a few people who are in the know, I kept getting lost. For those who do not know, Antigua is layed out in a grid comprised of Calles and Avenidas. Easy peasy, but I've been disorientated until...well, now. Finally. Worry not, Roni has been on-point with directions almost every time. We make a good team.
Otherwise, when we first arrived in Antigua it was about 6:30 am after flying all night. We were tired, but couldn't get into our hotel room until 11:30 am. After letting us drop off our large bags, Roni and walked around the town for much of the morning, having breakfast, a few liquidas, and some down time, and it FINALLY was 11:30. After a heavy heavy nap, we both awoke very tired and went about to explore Antigua further. I think we both felt a little lost, disorientated, and tired that first night. the next day we went to the voclano and that was such an overwhelmingly postive experience that we realized we were leaving Antigua far too prematurely.
I warmed up to Antigua rather quickly. The streets are cobblestoned, the buildings are cement, and their colors vary in pastel color from green, reds, yellows, etc. Roads are either one way or two way, and it feels like there are several cars here (some motorcycles too). No, I haven't ridden one...yet. I think I'll try that in Pana, but I'm not sure if that's a safe thing to do (as far as being a gringo on the road and all). My moto skills are...um really good.
Buildings typically have one to two levels at most, and each seems to have a large wooden door that hides vast and bountiful worlds. Many places we have eaten at, ventured into, and explored have amazingly lush open air courtyards. Not all buildings have this feature, but several do and each has been a pleasent surprise each time. I'd LOVE to have any of these courtyards in a backyard some day. Good luck finding that in the Bay Area.
Today has been great:
We woke up and had ourselves a delicious (if not compeltely decadent) breakfast from a great locale we stopped to smell the night before. Check it: scrambled eggs, black beans, and a slice of carrot cake. Vinh and Norey, worry not, pictures will be included once I can get a good downloading speed. We spent a few more hours chatting, reading, and hanging.
Roni signed herself up for a 4 hour spanish class today, which is where she is now. She's been doing great despite the limited spanish she knows. I've been doing pretty well myself being the primary speaker. Talking on the telephone is more challenging because I can't use my hands or watch facial expressions. But so far I was able to reserve us a one night stay at what has to be the most recommended place in Guatemala so far...La Casa del Mundo near Lago de Atitlan. Ok ok, to really confirm the reservation, the hotel worker spoke to me in English. Yesterday, they wanted me to forward money from a bank, I think. I kinda got lost in translation if you will. So long as we get there by 1 pm (and keep them posted) we're all set.
Today was also our first weekday in Antigua, and that was fun. Lots of students dressed in different uniforms heading off to class as well as few more stores opening up. The city and parque central had a different feel to it today, bustling around mediadia, but rather quiet after that. All I wanted was a little carne from a street vendor, and when left to my own devices, I was actually able to figure out where I was...I'm orientated baby. Watch out. Lunch was awesome. Yes, a picture was taken.
So tomorrow we will be headed to Lago de Atitlan and will be staying in La Case Del Mundo in the village of Jaibalito (I hope!).
I think we're in for a few days around the lake. I might go handgliding. No, Roni is doubtful for this, but if you send strong words of encouragement her way, you never know.
Also...comments are always appreciated, so go on right ahead. If you have a bit more to say or want to address one of us more specifically, shoot us an email.
I promise that pictures will make it in here. Ones to look forward to: food, the volcano, lava, first class flying, and more.
Buenos Tardes
Sunday, July 1, 2007
When does rain sizzle?
a.) On a street in Miami
b.) When it cotains a lot of acid
c.) when it falls on the hot rocks of an active volcano.
d.) all of the above
The correct answer is c. Pat yourself on the back.
A hoy (today), Roni and I went to Pacaya, an active volcano sandwiched between the lush trees, mountains, and villages close to both Antigua and Guatemala City.
b.) When it cotains a lot of acid
c.) when it falls on the hot rocks of an active volcano.
d.) all of the above
The correct answer is c. Pat yourself on the back.
A hoy (today), Roni and I went to Pacaya, an active volcano sandwiched between the lush trees, mountains, and villages close to both Antigua and Guatemala City.
We joined a group of 8 other gringos, a couple from Englad, a mother-son combo from South Carolina, an intrepid travler from Toronto, and a mother-daughter-friend-teacher quartet from North Carolina.
After passing through a nice uphill jaunt through the national park, we followed signs to the vulcan. Drawing closer, we embarked uphill on the hardened remains of older lava flows. The rock was crumbly, black, and porous. As we further up the volcano, we felt the heat emmenating from below the surface. It felt and smelled like a sauna. It is pretty wild to feel heat coming from the rocks.
Our goal was to see actual hot lava and we were not disappointed. As rain began to descend upon us we trudged on and found small pools of lava underneath the earth. Very very cool. Well, Hot actually.
One of the best parts was when the rain hit the hot rocks, eliciting a sizzle from the earth.
As we came down the volcano we were met with rain and a nice breeze, and it really felt great. Truly special to feel many of Earth's elements at the same time.
We then congregated for a great lunch comprised of pita, avacado, tomatos, cucumber, and beans in a bag.
Sadly, I'm having a hard time downloading pictures to the blog, this computer is too slow. We have fun ones, so stay posted. I'll try again at another time.
Hasta Luego!
Saturday, June 30, 2007
A Tale of Two Seats
We´ve arrived safely in Antigua and had to rush to a computer to check our email, fantasy baseball stats, etc. NOT. Actually, it´s pretty early here and there isn´t much open. And we wanted to let our folks know we are alive, well, and happy.
I´d like to introduce Roni! She has a great story to tell. Roni, if you would please...
It all started when we noticed that Adam´s seat for our flight to Guatemala City was in first class. Being the gentleman that he is, Adam offered to give me his premiere seat and take my lowly coach seat. Actually, he reminded me that i once said it is my dream to sit in first class on an international flight...still, we wanted to sit next to each other.
To make a long story short, the girl sitting next to me in coach wanted her boyfriend - who had a first class seat - to sit next to her...so we graciously gave her our coach seat and took her b-friend´s spot. The next thing we knew, Adam and i were being fed cheese, sliced roast beef and fruit and toasting our drinks to our luck!
I´d like to introduce Roni! She has a great story to tell. Roni, if you would please...
It all started when we noticed that Adam´s seat for our flight to Guatemala City was in first class. Being the gentleman that he is, Adam offered to give me his premiere seat and take my lowly coach seat. Actually, he reminded me that i once said it is my dream to sit in first class on an international flight...still, we wanted to sit next to each other.
To make a long story short, the girl sitting next to me in coach wanted her boyfriend - who had a first class seat - to sit next to her...so we graciously gave her our coach seat and took her b-friend´s spot. The next thing we knew, Adam and i were being fed cheese, sliced roast beef and fruit and toasting our drinks to our luck!
Off to explore the city now...adios!
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