Interesting Times

Some interesting things have been going on here in Guatemala recently, much of which does not really get reported in the US news. I've been told that in part this has to do with the fact that the New York Times closed down its Central American office. Interesting how the business of running a newspaper or television station can change what we know about the world, right? Anyway, I'll give you guys a brief overview of what's happening in Guatemala so you can sound knowledgeable at parties or show off your broad grasp of current international events to your colleagues.

Early last week there were three seemingly coordinated attacks against bus drivers in Guatemala City that seriously blocked up public transportation in the city (a serious problem when 80% of the work force in the capital use public transportation). The attacks left 3 people dead and 7 in the hospital, which, while it may sound outrageously horrible, is not all that uncommon. There have been over 33 bus drivers killed here in since January (there were a few more killed later in the week, and two this morning, so I'm not sure where the count is now). 85 bus drivers were killed last year, a huge leap from the 37 that were murdered in 2007. The city was panic stricken...a local radio station that reported on the incident largely exaggerated the number of deaths (it claimed that 10 people had died) and claimed that the government had placed the city under a state of siege or state of exception. Schools were closed, children sent home, the presidential palace and other political buildings sent their employees home, and there was a rumor of a complete shut-down of public transportation. I first heard about all this when one of the librarians at the newspaper archives told me they were closing early because of a bus strike and the violence earlier that morning. Anyway, the president announced via radio and tv that there was not in fact a state of siege and urged the city to remain calm (yeah, right). He claimed the attacks were attempts by organized crime (which is never defined by anyone who talks about it...what do they mean by organized crime?) aimed at destabilizing his government due to a recent crack-down on drug traffickers. Rumors ran rampant as to what was really going on. No one in the media bought the government's story that this was in retaliation for a crack-down on crime. Nor does any of the Guatemalans I've talked to. Some say it's drug dealers trying to divert attention away from their other, more lucrative, pursuits. Others say it the maras, the tattooed youth gangs that dominate many marginalized neighborhoods, who extort the bus drivers, demanding Q100 or more daily for the privilege of not being killed. Others say it's a political ploy by the Partido Patriota, (Patriot Party in English) to destabilize the government. The PP candidate for president in the last election came in second with a campaign slogan of "urge mano dura" or urge the iron fist, a slogan aimed at promoting hard handed, punitive crime control (among other things). The leader of the PP has already made numerous statements and placed ads in the newspapers criticizing the current president and calling for drastic measures against rising crime rates. The whole city is a-buzz with these rumors, and everyone has an opinion. Most people are sick of being afraid of leaving the house or wondering if they will make it home from work safe and sound. Which, of course, leaves me with the worry that vigilante justice will take a firmer hold here in the capital. Lynchings (or attempted lynchings), which consist of angry mobs capturing suspected criminals and burning them alive, are not an uncommon occurrence in the departments (Guatemala is made up of departments, not states or provinces, since it is a unitary and not federal country). I don't think this will start happening in the capital, but it's not out of the realm of possibility. Last week, in the northernmost edge of the zone that I'm living in at the moment, a group of neighbors caught a man who had robbed a pedestrian and left him tied up, naked and beaten, at the side of the road for the police to pick up. Online comments to editorials in newspapers have included many calls for widespread arrests of maras, some going to the point of calling for "social cleansing," adding the slogan "marero visto, marero muerto" which basically means that any ganster (marero) found should be killed. Obviously this is a pretty extreme reaction, but not a completely unpopular one. Anyway, things have calmed down a bit in terms of the level of fear in among the city's inhabitants, but violence continues to disturb things. As I mentioned earlier, two more bus drivers died this morning...official statistics put the number of murders in the country as a whole at an average of 17 per day.

Of course for me it's not helping that I spend much of my time in the library reading about crime in years past. I've finally been able to start on the papers before the 2007 election, and I have to admit it's getting to me. I can only take so much death and blood and tragedy. For one thing, many of the people killed are young. I was reading today about a police detective killed while trying to stop a robbery in March of 2007. He was driving by with some co-workers and stopped his car to see if they could help the victim of the assault. This police detective was only 25 years old and was shot as he stepped out of the car by two men with guns. That same day there were reports of a couple shot outside a restaurant by unknown attackers, a woman murdered inside a hotel by hired assassins, a young boy shot 4 times while leaving a store, a man shot to death by armed men while he was driving his truck, two brothers dead after being attacked by unknown assailants, two people murdered with machetes in separate incidents, and a man murdered by another customer in a cafe, who got up out of his seat and shot the victim without saying a word. These reports all come from a newspaper called Nuestro Diario, the most circulated paper in Central America. It's kind of a tabloid, full of pictures of blood, dead bodies, grieving families, soccer stars, and girls in bikinis. I'm including a photo I took of the front page of one issue from 2007 as well as a two page article on a shoot-out between mara gangsters and police. It's really quite horrifying, particularly for those of us from the States who are never really exposed to this kind of graphic photojournalism (if it can really be called photojournalism). The headline on the cover of the first paper reads "They Killed 3 Prisoners!" and goes on to say "Mareros Riot in Hell's Prison; 8 Wounded." The pictures, which are hard to see in such a small photo, are of policemen surrounding a gunshot victim, police surrounding a wounded police agent, and various shots of police subduing prisoners. I am particularly disturbed by the shot of the marero in the bottom right who is looking at the camera straight on with blood coming out of his noose. The other photo I've included is one from a shoot-out between police and mareros, also from 2007. The headline reads "Deadly Shoot-Out: Gunfight Between Gangsters and Police Leave 6 Dead and 3 Wounded." It includes photos of police entering the home where the mareros took refuge, a wounded little girl being taken to the hospital, a dead marero with an AK-47 and a woman crying over her the body of her husband, who was caught in the crossfire. Reading about all this death is kind of catching up to me. It's pretty grim, and I can see why people claim that Guatemalans have become immune to reports of violence, that life doesn't seem to have much value when faced with all this death. I love it here in Guatemala, but it really is overwhelming to read the newspaper every day.

Getting Busy

Believe it or not, there’s a lot to tell this time. Things kind of picked up since the last post. It’s been a busy week. First, I got some good interviews in and a good amount of work done. But that’s the boring part. So I’ll skip to the good stuff.

Last Tuesday night a friend of a friend called me (we’d been trying to get in touch with each other for a week) and invited me out for some dinner. I’d already eaten but decided to head out anyway so I could meet some people in the city. Not only did I get to meet some fun people (not only this friend of a friend but also one of his friends) but I ended up joining them at the Carlos Santana concert at the national soccer stadium. He and his friends had tickets already, but we were able to buy one for me outside the stadium from some scalpers (and for Q200 less than what he and his friends paid!). The concert was amazing! Plus I made some great contacts with this group of people who are all members of couchsurfing.com, an online network for travelers. Wednesday I went out for coffee with another couchsurfer, which was wicked fun. I want to thank whoever thought of setting up that network.

Last Thursday I went to one of the private universities here to talk to an economics class another friend of a friend (and now friend of mine) teaches there. The professor (my friend….is this confusing yet?) asked me to come in and talk about my project with his students. It was a great class. The students were really excited about the topic and it started a big debate over what role the media should play in society, why civil society in Guatemala is so disorganized and what role the students can play in politics. It wasn’t so much a discussion of political ideology but of political action in terms of wanting to make a difference in society, to take an interest in what is going on in Guatemala. By the end of the class the students were planning to meet later in the week to discuss how they could make a difference in their university and how they could get the students there to be more active in wanting to make a difference in their country. I’m not sure if anything will come of it, but it was exciting to see the students want to do something about the issues we were discussing.

On Friday I took a chicken bus to Xela (in K’iche the city is called Xelaju; officially it’s name is Quetzaltenango) with a gal I met at the Santana concert (the friend of the friend of the friend). It was a crazy ride, kind of like being in a video game you can’t control. Those drivers are crazy and the roads were really bad. Not only were the roads curvy and steep, but they were also being repaired (if you call it repair) so much of the route was turned in to a two lane highway were people were constantly trying to pass on blind curves. It was kind of scary, really, and I tried to stop paying attention after the first hour or so. It’s about a three to four hour ride to Xela from the capital, so I had lots of time to get jostled and bounced around. But it was totally worth the trip! Xela is an incredible city. We stayed with another guy from the couchsurfing network that my new friend had stayed with before. We had a great time exploring the city, got a ride in the bed of a pickup truck (here they call them “picop”) to the hot springs in the mountains, and climbed up to a beautiful lake in the crater of a dormant volcano. The guy we were staying with works for the equivalent of the Environmental Protection Agency here and got us a ride to the volcano with a group of TV reporters from one of the news channels…we might even be in the report they will air on Saturday about the lake, which is a sacred site for the local Maya populations. The plan was to do a two-day hike up the highest peak in Central America, Tajumulco, but we didn’t have the right clothes for the cold weather. Xela itself sits at 8,000 ft, and the volcano we were going to climb goes up to over 12,000 (not sure of exact altitude on that one, will have to check), so even in the warmest months the weather can be chilly. We got back to the city on Monday morning after leaving Xela at the crack of dawn.

Hey, gotta run but will write more later. Chau….

La Capital

Perhaps, dear readers, you may feel that I have abandoned you, as I have not written in some days (can you tell I’ve been reading a 19th Century British novel?). But never fear, I come again to the computer to send out into the universe another comment on what I’ve been doing this past week. Which basically consists of hours in the library. Not much to tell, really, except that after a while I start to get sloppy with my notes and realize I need a break so I don’t have to come back the next day and code the same news articles again. But I’ve finally gotten some interviews, or at least the start of some interesting things, so at least I’m making some headway. As of right now I’m sitting in my hotel room (I think the people at the hotel don’t know what to make of me because I haven’t given them a timeline and am just paying by the day…the hotel isn’t busy so that don’t have anyone waiting for the room, I just keep telling them one more day, one more day). Thank god there’s a TV with some movie channels, because that’s all I do at night. I don’t really like to be out by myself after dark, so it’s an hour or three of working on the computer and then a movie or something before bed. Also thank god for wi-fi otherwise I’d be going mad. How did anyone make it through doing fieldwork before technology pulled us out of the Stone Age? (Don’t answer that please)

Every Sunday during Lent in Guatemala there are these religious parades throughout the city, both in the capital and in other places around the country. It’s a pretty incredible thing to see…I’ve never seen anything like it. There are men in purple robes, men in black robes and hoods (slightly resembling the klan except, well, the robes are black), men in black suits and white gloves, and women in black skirts and black lace veils that look like they are in mourning. The men in black suits, or sometimes the men in purple or even the women (in high heels) carry these huge wooden floats, some of which are very old. The floats weigh hundreds (lots of hundreds) of pounds and are carried by thirty or forty people. They sway with the steps of those who carry them, back and forth with each stride, a little like a boat on choppy water. A marching band follows the floats and plays music that I think is particular to the parades. I’m not sure, I’ll have to look up some of the history and post it here. Over all of this lays a heavy layer of smoke from the incense they swing in front of the floats. Even if you don’t see the crowds or hear the music you can find a parade by following your nose.

I went to sit in the big park in front of the cathedral here in Guatemala City (if you remember I’m staying in the historic center, zone 1) on Sunday, but the place had turned in to an open-air market. Those who don’t head out of town for the weekend seem to end up in the city center, I guess. Perhaps it was also because of the parades. There were so many people I couldn’t find a place to sit down (which is pretty amazing considering how big the park is). The park is not what you would think a park would look like. I read in a guide book that this is because they dug much of it up to put in a parking garage underneath the park. On one end lies the cathedral, opposite to that is another small park and the National Library. To the right of the Cathedral is the Presidential Palace, a big green building that no one actually lives in. To the left is a strip of offices and shops. The interview I had today was in an office in one of those buildings…it had a nice view of the palace. There’s a huge fountain in the center of the park, and what seems to be a permanently staged protest by former citizen patrol members who had not been paid for their service during the civil war. Around the park you can find everything from newspapers sellers and food vendors to men claiming to tell your fortune with a cage of parakeets (I have no idea how this works) and fifty kids willing to shine your shoes.

Zone 1 is not considered to be one of the safest neighborhoods in the city, but neither is it one of the most dangerous. You just have to be on the lookout for pickpockets, mostly. I haven’t had any trouble, nor felt unsafe. The sixth avenue (two streets down from where I’m staying) is famous for its black market street vendors. The avenue, know in Spanish as sexta avenida (literally 6th avenue), is lined with make-shift stalls selling clothes, shoes, bags, pirated CDs and DVDs, jewelry, and anything else you could image. It’s an interesting walk, that’s for sure, but worth at least one stroll. I’m glad I took a gander, otherwise I would have never found the local movie theater! The fanciest places to eat are mostly all in zone 10, where the biggest and fanciest hotels are, but there are lots of little comedores that serve $2 and $3 lunches and dinners. What with the $12 hotel and paying not much more than $3 for any meal, it isn’t all that terribly expensive to float along here as long don’t do anything but eat and sleep. Although that’s not a terrible life, I suppose.

Anyway, that’s all for now. I won’t suffer you to have to read much more in one post. So, until later, then…

Guatemala City

Got in to Guatemala City yesterday morning. A friend of a friend was gracious and kind enough come and pick me up in Antigua and drive me to my hotel in Zone 1, the centro histórico according to the guidebooks.

I had a couple of rough days at the end of last week, mostly due to the paucity (10 pt. word, yay!) of fun people at the hostel, but I met a very nice gal from New York (Long Island to be exact) on Saturday and we hung out on Sunday, which was wicked fun. I took the day off from work and we wandered around Antigua enjoying the sights and the food. The photo on the right is from the cathedral, which was ruined during an earthquake in the 17th Century. They still use the front of the cathedral for mass, but the rest is in ruins. There's lots of ruined churches all over the town, many of which are still in use. The least damaged parts are restored (somewhat) and the rest of the church is left open to the sky, so to speak. I'm including another photo of a ruined church: this one is used in part as a mercado de artesanias (artisan's market).

I spent most of yesterday wandering around the area around my hotel and just getting settled. After a nice breakfast this morning I set off to the national library, not sure what to expect. For future use to anyone of you thinking of doing research in a Latin American library, the work hemeroteca apparently means newspaper archive, a fact that I did not know. And here I was worried there might not be an archive. But there it was, and there were a ton of people there. Apparently people will come in just to read today's newspaper without having to buy it at a news stand. Or at least that's what I think that group of men were doing. It was today's paper, I know that. But there were also a bunch of school kids dressed in their school uniforms presumably working on a school project and other people doing who knows what. I overheard one woman say she was looking in the newspapers for an mention of her friend who had been murdered last year. I will admit it was a lot easier to get things at the National Library here in Guatemala than it was (at least the first time) at the Library of Congress in Argentina. The man at the desk thought I was from France because I gave him my Notre Dame id (didn't want to give him my passport...didn't have my passport with me) and he was thinking of the Notre Dame Cathedral. I ended up spending five hours at the library, pawing through one month worth of newspapers. That is, I took notes on crime reports in one newspaper during five randomly selected days (there's a website that will randomly selected things for you: random.org) out of the month. I have a lot of work ahead of me if that took five hours. I have three sets of four months to look at in two newspapers...so if five hours is average per month, then it will take at least 120 hours. So five hours a day at 120 hours means 24 days. Gah! 24 days in the library! That's outrageous! I'll have to figure out some way to cut that back. Oh, and if my math is bad, please tell me. I don't want to embarrass myself. Well, that's all for now, I suppose. Chau! (PS: please don't correct my spelling of "chau." I know it's spelled ciao in Italian, but as far as I know in Latin America they spell it chau.)

Update on Interesting News Story

This just in....an update on the news story about the men stuck in the Guatemala City Airport. A Bhutanese reporter in the U.S. heard about the story and offered to help. So armed with a cell phone, a reporter from Prensa Libre got permission from the police to talk to the three stranded men. The men remained silent despite the involvement of translators from Nepal, China, India, and Bangladesh. For an unknown reason they talked to the Bhutanese reporter even though it turns out that they are from Nepal. They are (rightly so) terrified, but the reporter got some of the story. The three men worked at a Nepalese hotel and were approached by a man who said he could get them to Canada. They flew to Singapore on their own and were met by a man who was to accompany them to Canada. Upon arriving in Guatemala, however, the man disappeared with their passports, money, and baggage. Apparently the claimed that they were from Bhutan because Canada has a refugee program for people from Bhutan. A short note at the bottom of the article reports that the newspaper had bought airline tickets to bring the Bhutanese reporter to Guatemala and that the man who arranged everything was fired by the airport.

Dramatis Personae

Now that we've come to the end of the travel part of my trip (at least in blog time...in real time I've been Kristian-less for almost two weeks!), things may not be as exciting. I've been chilling in Antigua for the last few weeks, spending much of my time at my computer snagging wi-fi for the price of a café con leche (which, of course, I have no problem with, since it includes the actual consumption of a café con leche). I've discovered (was shown) that some of the archives I need to look at are online, which means I can get some work done without actually being in Guatemala City. So to catch you up, dear readers, I thought I would give you a brief outline of the interesting people I've met while bumming around Antigua. I feel a little funny writing about people who are, for all intents and purposes, strangers, so I've decided to leave off their names (to protect the innocent?).

At the first place I stayed at after Kristian left I met a very nice woman and her daughter who were here from Boulder to learn Spanish. I had some nice chats with them and caught lunch with them one day at this fantastic restaurant, Gringo y Chapín, that serves $3 menu of the day meals that are superb. I highly recommend it to anyone who finds his or herself in Antigua. In fact, I'll be heading over there today for lunch. It was the first time I tried rosa de jamaica (hybiscus juice). Yum! The hotel I was staying at was owned by a guy from Tennessee, and there were a bunch of good ole boy Southerners staying there who were in town doing work for a medical group that comes down once a year to do complicated surgical procedures in the countryside.

I moved from that hotel to a cheaper place last weekend and am now staying in a hostel. It costs about $8 for a dormitory bed, hot showers and free breakfast. Not bad, although not the most glamorous place I've ever been. The first few days there I ended up chatting with this Canadian guy from British Columbia who was riding his motorcycle from BC to Argentina. He had hooked up with a group of younger guys (he was about 50-ish, they were in their 20s) that were riding their motorcycles from California to Panama. He was an interesting man...made his fortune by setting up the first (or one of the first?) pay-to-play online poker sites on the web. From what I understood, he spends his time going on motorcycle treks and traveling around to poker tournaments. What a life, right? I seem to be running in to Canadians a lot...a few days after that I met a Canadian guy while watching In Bruges at a cafe and ended up having a few meals with him and acting as a translator for him one afternoon. I met another interesting guy after admiring his dog (a border collie) at a cafe (I spend a lot of time at cafes). He and his brother drove their truck down from San Francisco along the Pacific Coast to catch some good surfing. They were in Antigua because one of the brothers contracted a bad case of the runs, got wicked dehydrated, and had to go to the hospital. Since there are few good hospitals in Guatemala, they ended up here. After that I made friends with a couple of US Army guys who were staying in the hostel. Real interesting guys with some real interesting stories (which I will not repeat here but will describe in person upon request). They were taking a short vacation in between deployments to Iraq. Finally, to bring you up to date as to the people I've been socializing with here (yes, I know that they are all foreigners, but I haven't settled in yet...you'll hear about locals later, I'm sure), I met an American in the park yesterday who was doing a survey for a local business and then ran in to her again at a restaurant/bar where I was planning to have dinner. She introduced me to her friends and I ended up meeting her and another of her friends at the local gym early this morning to go for a run.

Right now I'm sitting in the common area of the hostel at one of the few places you can plug in a computer. The free wi-fi is certainly a bonus. The weather is unseasonably cool here at the moment (downright chilly at night). The locals are all in jackets while us tourists are giving in and wearing sweatshirts in the mornings and evenings. Out in the sun I'd say it's in the low 70s, but in the shade it is definitely in the low 60s. Sounds lovely, I know, especially for those of you who can look out the window and still see snow. The only down side to the cool weather is that at night it can get cold (I have to keep reminding myself we are in the mountains) especially since we only get one blanket from the hostel. Last night I wore a fleece shirt and my sweatshirt to bed and seriously considered adding my towel on top of the blanket for extra warmth. But right now I'm in jeans and a light long sleeve shirt and am only slightly cool in the shade. Tough life, right? Until later, then...

Monterico and back to Antigua

Quick note first off...I didn't realize this would happen, but when I updated the first Monterico post it ended up being posted under the date I started writing it, not the date I finished. So if you missed it, it's stored under Feb. 25th, before the post about the people living in the airport.

Ok, now that that's said (don't you just love when you can say the same word twice in a row and still have it be grammatically correct....oh, lord, I'm such a nerd!), I'll attempt to finish off the long saga that is the first week of my trip here in Guatemala. Weird that now I'm starting in on the third week, and haven't even caught up yet. But here goes.

I believe that I left you, dear readers, at the Hotel Brisas del Mar just off the beach in Monterico. In case you didn't notice in the picture included in the previous (hidden) post, the beach is black volcanic sand, the waves are big, and (ok, so you can't really tell this from a picture) the riptide is fierce. Once we settled in to the hotel....which consisted of me trying to get rid of the pushy tour guides while Kristian dashed off to the pool for some serious temperature regulation....we headed out to the beach to see the people from the turtle sanctuary release some baby turtles in to the ocean. People had some pretty mixed feelings about the process. To raise money for the turtle sanctuary, the guides sold tickets to sponsor a baby turtle in a "race" to see which would make it to the ocean first. Some people were saying it was bad for the turtles because it made them exhausted being kept at the hatchery before the races, while others said that they didn't get enough of a challenge before getting to the water because they are released so close to the surf. Of course there was a third camp that was just enthralled by seeing baby turtles (they were really cute) and happy that they could donate some money to a good cause. Unlike the turtle sanctuary that I volunteered with in Costa Rica, which had patrols on the beaches to hide turtle nests from poachers, this hatchery basically used donation money to buy turtle eggs from poachers. An interesting quandary, that. It is, of course, good that the turtle eggs are not being eaten, but by buying from the poachers the hatchery is supporting the system of poaching. Just goes to show that no action is without it's consequences.

After watching the turtles get washed away by the tide, we headed to what looked like the most happening spot on the beach, Johnny's Place, for dinner. It was there that we were introduced to the Monterico mosquito. I suggest anyone heading down there to bring ample bug spray. I don't care how bad the mosquitoes are at home or how much you think you'll be able to deal with them. Just give in and spray yourself with some big bad chemicals. Those suckers (heh heh) are nasty. And while it is kind of fun for the first few minutes so sleep under a mosquito net, it's not really all that nice when it's ridiculously hot outside and you're not quite sure how the mosquito net should be arraigned (or when the net has holes in it). So bug spray is comes highly recommended. Bug spray and sunscreen.

I mentioned briefly in the previous post on Monterico that the tour guides hounded us a bit. Not only that, but the badmouthed each other in a rather backhanded way. One of the guides spoke immaculate English, while the others had very little English. One in particular warned us against the one who spoke English, telling me that this guy was notorious for taking people's money and not showing up for the tour he offered of the mangrove swamps (which begins at 5:30 am so we can catch the sunrise and so it isn't too hot). He said that for matters of security we shouldn't got with this particular guy. But when we talked to the guy who spoke English, he said we didn't have to pay until after the tour. Since he spoke such good English and I was the only one of the three of us (our Idaho firefighter friend was still with us) that spoke Spanish, we decided to go on the tour with him. I will add that the tour was great and that we never felt unsafe. Plus we go the lowdown about why the other guides didn't like him. Apparently he spoke English so well because he spent much of his youth in Las Angeles. When he was young his mother was killed by gangs and he lived on the streets in LA. He said that he started to get caught up with the gangs, but instead of staying there he moved back to Monterico to get away from the influence of the gangs. Or at least that's the story he told us. The town, of course, knew where he had been, and as this guy explained, once you have any connection to gangs everyone assumes you still have connections, that you're still a gangster. So the other tour guides warn people away. But, like I said, we had no problems with him and enjoyed our tour.

The tour was in a small boat, a skiff really, that he poled along the shallow rivers that ran through the mangrove swamp. We saw all sorts of interesting flora and fauna...ducks that sounded like frogs, birds that sounded like monkeys, egrets and herons, fish with four eyes (two above and two below the water), and giant ant nests. We almost got to see some Jesus lizards (you know, the ones that can walk on water) but apparently poachers had stolen the nest sometime during the night. Watching the sun rise over the water was pretty incredible, and we got to watch the local fishermen catch catfish and shrimp. To catch catfish, the fishermen lay out a big net in a circle and then use a big stick to thump the water to scare the fish in to the net.

After our tour of the mangrove swamps we spent the rest of the say just hanging out in hammocks and walking on the beach. It was pretty hot, and Kristian was still feeling crappy. Poor thing. We had a bit of a scare when the shuttle we thought we were supposed to take back to Antigua told us we weren't on their list, but it just turns out that we were supposed to be on a different shuttle. Which, funnily enough, was not the shuttle our firefighter friend was on but that was occupied by some of her friends from a Spanish school in Antigua that had come down to the beach for the day. Unfortunately the shuttle ride ended with me begging the van driver to stop so Kristian could leap out in a mad dash to the nearest bathroom, but otherwise it was uneventful. After having dinner with the gal we had hung out with in Monterico (we ran in to her on the street soon after Kristian recovered), we turned in early in anticipation of the 4:00 am shuttle ride to the airport. I accompanied Kristian to the airport that morning and then caught a taxi back to Antigua. And I've been here ever since, sending emails, making phone calls, and generally being lazy (and slightly bored).

I'll see what I can do about filling you all in on the last week in the next post. Nothing as terribly exciting as the previous jaunts around Guatemala with Kristian, but it hasn't been a completely uneventful week. Stay tuned...