I bought rolls of the paper in the dark storeroom below. We had little idea of what we were buying because there was no light.. just an occasional flicker of a torch. I have a duty to use the paper, which I have begun to do today and as I handle it the memories flood back.
My friend Ginger and I braved 108 degree heat on the weekend to beat a path on the hot pavements to photograph the art.
I sleep little the night before I leave. Goodness, I spend most of my life traveling, you’d think that I would be used to it. OK, yes I am, but it’s the fact that I need to have all my ducks in a row and I have been known to forget something… Like my undies for instance. Having to replace them in Thailand was hilarious. I’m not huge, but I’m also not Thai size!
We don’t stay in Guatemala City, but venture out to the city of Antigua, an hour and a half away from the main city. Antigua is a small city surrounded by volcanoes in southern Guatemala. It’s renowned for its Spanish colonial buildings, many of them restored following a 1773 earthquake that ended Antigua’s 200-year reign as Guatemala’s colonial capital. Notable architectural examples include baroque La Merced, a squat, yellow-and-white church. It’s an integral part of the city’s famous Semana Santa, a holy week with parades and rituals.
The second part of the trip will be to stay at Lake Atitlan at a hotel nestled on the lake. The beauty will take your breath away.
Day 2 of the travels, this part was written in Tasmania and I think some of the Tassy ladies might remember the experiences.