Hola mi amigos! 26 hours of flying and transiting, tens of thousand of miles covered, an ocean crossed as well as a cultural divide and I have made it to Guatamala in one piece. I was very relieved to see my bag on the conveyer belt at Guatamala City airport. I had visions of my bag either ending up in Havana or Columbia or mysteriously going missing and then catching sight of the airport workers wearing my clothes. After 30 hours of more or less no sleep, I was ecstatic to make my way through the very relaxed customs authorities and [View Full Entry]

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