Day 2 in Guatemala

Today we took a bus to the house of music. It was a sort of museum that captures life of the Mayans and their culture. The Mayans fascinate me. They where such a prosperous civilization that all of a sudden disappeared. And like all things mysterious the little kid in me was drawn to their disappearance, like Dill is drawn to Boo Radley in “To Kill a Mockingbird”.

Lunch today was a cooked banana with cinnamon and sugar caramelized on it, it was amazing!

The dusty atmosphere has an exotic feel to it. The vibrant colors of the houses and peoples’ clothing are not even close to their vibrant smiles.  The dust clings to the motorcycles and cars of Antigua like the babies cling to their mothers on the street. The mothers desperately selling ice cream or what not with a new born swung in cloth over the mothers stomach.

On to day three.



Day 1 in Guatemala 

The culture here is insanely different from the one we came from. Sometimes it’s hard to see the glass half full past the chipping paint and metal scrap roof. In other words I don’t think it’s easy to live in a first world country then all of a sudden, come to a third world country where you would expect it to be just as privileged. But it’s not. The world just doesn’t work that way in my experience. On my part, no disappointment was felt because I chose to see the glass half full. Instead of the chipping paint I see the vibrant colors the old houses are painted. Instead of the metal scrap roof I see the sun light coming through them. It’s not always easy to see the light, I’ll give you that. But let me tell you this place is beautiful: old houses where kids speed by on bikes to the women head to toe in all the pastel colors imaginable with fabrics or bracelets wrapped loosely around their arms.



On to day two


Kitties in the Kasbah

Everywhere we go in Morocco, there is a kitten or a cat. I pet the cats and give them Vache Qui Rit, I hold the kittens and give them creme. All the cats are very well taken care of, and well feed. Turns out that every family in Morocco has a 5 cat limit per household. It’s a good thing I don’t live in Morocco, because there would trillion felines in my house. Viva the kitties!

p.s. Adi this is your special post!