Las Farolas Hotel
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- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
TripAdvisor Reviews Las Farolas Hotel Antigua Guatemala
Travel Blogs from Antigua Guatemala
... Another motorcycle pulls up and the bathmats are dutifully handed to me with many "lo sientos"=I'm sorry ( I think she has dealt with Canadians before). I go to pay her with tip, but because of the wait the tip is passed back to me. I try, it's refused. I'll get her the next time. I won't be doing handwashing any time soon...Momma didn't raise no fool....I hate laundry on the best of days! As I enter the gate, I noticed "the big house" seemed empty, a car was ...
... were especially fragrant. People jostled each other and the activity was frenetic. The markets are open Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday with Sunday being the busiest (we were there on a Thursday). Lucia, my teacher shops here, but goes on a Sunday. An abundance of produce, all fresh filled these markets. It is amazing to think that tomorrow these stalls will be gone and the place empty. A section filled with fresh flowers of ...
... goes by on it on Good Friday morning. It is swept up only a few feet behind the last part of the procession. A beautiful statement of faith and devotion.
On Monday, we began the second part of the trip by coming to Antigua for a few days before heading north. Antigua is a classic colonial city rebuilt at least twice following devastating earthquakes, the latest in 1976. The city is ringed by towering volcanos. It has become a commercial shopping ...
... Game to the third graders. They and the teacher loved it.
Our lunch today was at a local home. But first we had to shop for the ingredients. Marty and I were assigned rosa de jamaice, dried hibiscus for making tea. We bought it from a very nice lady who helped us decide how much to buy. Once at our host home we participated in the preparation of our lunch. Lunch was delicious! ...
... necklace from a shemale after complimenting it, and the other a rasta bracelet from a boy I had been dancing with. As the bar closed, the boys decided they wanted to go to the after party and literally dragged me with them, despite my attempts to return to the hostel. Being my stubborn, drunken self, I stayed for a few dances and then got a taxi back without telling anyone where I was going, effectively ending my ...