I have had things to wrte about in the last few days, but unfortunately my camera has the photos stored in internal memory, and I haven’t a mini usb cord to retrieve them. So those posts will have to wait.
Today I left Xela and returned to Antigua, on my way toward Tikal. My days at La Democracia escuela are over. I already miss Tatiana, my wonderful teacher, and Y and J, the students I hung out with. And Antigua feels so different.
Partially it’s because it’s a weekend. Partially because the gringo/Guatemalateco ratio is very different. But mostly it’s because it’s me. After Xela this place looks so groomed and falsely tidy, as if it IS the Disney village I claimed it was not when I was here two weeks ago.
I almost can’t stand the prettiness, the considered and primped air of the place. The place is seething with slightly rude tourists (they don’t move on the sidewalk to allow others to pass, and they block doorways–I swear I don’t do that!) And there are groups playing the sort of Muzak “folk” music that offends no one and charms tourists. After the grunge and edge of Xela, this town feels alien. Fake.
And yet. It is so damned pretty.
I went to a very lovely set of musems, ate fantastic Indian food, and wandered through the park, bought a present for G (at LAST. Do you know how hard it is to buy man-gifts in Guatemala?!)
And now I’m swinging in a hammock at Yellow House hostel. This is blissful. It’s about 70°, the sun is low, birds are singing…while the traffic noise it constant, it’s almost peaceful as well.
There is something to be said for tourist-inspired attractiveness.