I spent all day yesterday traveling to Xela. You can tell you´re going to Latin American beginning in LAX because the plane takes four times as long to board as any other flight. It's packed with non-English speakers, families with small children, jovenes with music blaring, everyone taking their time to find their seats, and wanting to get to know everyone around them.On the plane, I befriended a Guatemalan couple who insisted on choosing my cab in Guatemala City, and then telling the cab driver which bus station to take me too. This was buen suerte, because Guate is very scary.
Once the bus arrived, I decided to walk the mile or so into town to get a sense of place. The streets here are cobbled, with brightly colored, tightly packed buildings, which appear to be holding one another up. The architechere is a crazy mix of crumbling concrete unit masonry, colonial and faux Greek.
Once the bus arrived, I decided to walk the mile or so into town to get a sense of place. The streets here are cobbled, with brightly colored, tightly packed buildings, which appear to be holding one another up. The architechere is a crazy mix of crumbling concrete unit masonry, colonial and faux Greek.
The streets are equally charming and confusing, so I’ve spent a lot of time lost and wandering around. I now have three maps of the city, each one slightly different. Dead ends and diagonals are everywhere and signs are few and far between, further confusing matters. Fortunately, this adds to the fun of it.
