Wendy Alas: Oh hello Antigua Guatemala

It's been a while since I write. Don't mean to make you all feel forsaken. It's been a hectic productive working month.

For this entry I'm going to be showing you the next city Jay and I visited in Guatemala - Antigua Guatemala. Which, if you read my blog last year, it is one of my favorite cities, you can learn its history by clicking this link.

We had arrived Thursday evening from Panajachel, at our lovely quirky hotel - Black Cat Inn. Which is the sister of the hostel the girls and I stayed at last year, but this place is more low key and private. Jay and I wanted to experience the city a lot, so we rarely spend any time there. On Friday morning, we ate our traditional Guatemalan breakfasts: refried black beans, scrambled eggs, toast, fresh fruit, avocado and sweet fried plantains. I'd have pictures of it, had I not reformatted my cf card in my camera and shot pictures over it. DOH! (I'm still hitting myself in the head for this one). We also hiked our way up to the cross that overlooks the city.

As we got down, I saw this:

similar to a shot I took of a kid on his skateboard last year - but this one is so much more special i think.

A few of the things I saw this year:

Last year, my girlfriends and I lived our lives outloud in Antigua. We met british boys with whom we drank, danced, smoked packs of cigarettes, and have kept in contact with via facebook. This year I didn't meet anybody I kept in touch with. Perhaps because our attention was on each other a lot, and because nobody is actually likely to interrupt a couple who looks like they're in their honeymoon, except the Italian man who runs a pizza restaurant, which I will always remember, as the restaurant manager with his fly open. I confused his spanish accent at first, thinking he was perhaps from Argentina, however, it only took me a matter of a couple of sentences to notice his Spanish wasn't perfect - just like how people sometimes notice my accent in English after a few minutes of conversing with me. He could have fooled me otherwise. I wish I had taken his picture. He was a character. Oh and he also thought we were from France. My thin figure and "attitude" has continued to make people think I'm french.