Posada Belen Museo Inn Guatemala City

... Most of the city and country buses are old buses from the states some of which haven´t been repainted and say things like "St. Charles School District". I am hoping to find an "Arlington Public Schools" one before I leave tomorrow. Also, as they are old school buses I don´t exactly fit in the seats quite like a used to. Although it seems Guatemalans being a tad bit shorter on average can fit in the seats, sometimes three to a seat, I have to spill my ...

... and the black smoke made it that way.<br>We learned that there are many stray dogs and the kids throw stones at them. Luckily Leigh didnt see that, or else the kids may be in trouble.<br>We visited a school where the kids hung out with us and wanted to take pictures with us. They were all well behaved during recess and as soon as the bell rang, they ran off into the classroom without needing the teachers to ...

... yoga and psychic readings and tarot. It´s not that that isn´t neat, it´s just not what we were looking for. We head back to the ferry area and start chatting with a local boy. We offers to take us where the locals go. We start following him along a boardwalk-path along the water. So at this point we are either going to be killed, going to a really lame place, going to a really ...

... The tide has washed the starfish onto the beach and they cannot return to the sea by themselves," the youth replied. "When the sun rises, they will die, unless I throw them back to the sea." As the youth explained, I surveyed the vast expanse of beach, stretching in both directions beyond my sight. Starfish littered the shore in numbers beyond calculation. The hopelessness of the youth's ...

... Our relationship is one of both friendship and business, in that we see each other everyday and we're friends, but it's still a business transaction when it comes down to it. She's a pretty alright cook, keeping things interesting. She's also typically religious: religious imagery is throughout the house (see below), goes to Catholic church mm... I think it's a few times a week, etc. From what I gather, she's married three times. Her ...

Well here we are on the road (or in the air) again. I can´t complain about the flight although I was a little nervous about the 40 minute connection time in Dallas. I thought for sure either we or our luguage was not going to make it to Guatemala City, but alas we all showed up. Marvin ( a friend from work) had one of his friends meet us at the airport and drive us to Atitlan (a city about 45 minutes away, safer, quieter, smaller than Guatemala City). He picked us up in ...

... hands outstretched pleading with tourists for 1 Quetzal. I guess tomorrow I can go without Chocofruta...<br> <br> 3. Yasmin - For some reason, all the kids I teach are hyper intelligent. I wish I could take credit for it but they were all hyper intelligent long before I showed up. With the exception of Yasmin of course.<br> Yasmin is a little ****. I hate her. Not only because she´s dumb as ****, not only becuase she distracts others around her, not only because she talks back ...

... a sturdy jeep, driven by Hanse, a local tour guide with fluent English, who drove us the rest of the way to Xela. Normally I don´t like to book trips and accomodation much in advance - it allows me to retain flexibility - but Hanse was particularly smooth, and started the hard sell as soon as we got in the jeep. So before we even got to Xela, we´d booked a volcano trek, a trip to some hot springs and hotels and buses at our next three ...

... Guate City to El Estor: learned more about the history and development strategy of the nickel mine in El Estor, as well as the many conflicts surrounding this investment; visited ridiculously isolated indigenous community on top of a mountain. - El Estor: boat ride on Lake Izabel and learned more about the biosphere reserve on the west side of the lake. - El Estor to Rabinal: stayed in larger town of Salama, day trips to Rabinal; had presentations and discussions about ...

... black-headed lady who I thought might be her, but Paula, who had seen a picture of Pam on facebook, said that it couldn't possibly be her. We asked 2 or 3 women if they were Pam. Each looked at us funny and said "no." As we were boarding the plane I asked the black-headed woman and she said, "Yes, I'm Pam." Good job, Paula. The flight was crowded. The $8.00 turkey sandwich was not very good. We began our decent into Guatemala City at 12 ...