Blogs from Quetzaltenango, Western Highlands, Guatemala, Central America Caribbean - page 9

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Und weil's so schoen war mache ich nochmals Halt in Xela. Diesmal geht's ab in die Berge zum relaxen: zu Fuentes Georginas - natuerlichen Thermalquellen.... read more
Fuentes Georginas


A note from my last day at my volunteer position: cake+5 candies each+a gelatin-based dessert+children= a level of energy I didn´t know was possible according to the laws of physics. But to be fair...: lots of little hugs and demands that "no te vayas!"+ handmade cards depicting a blond woman with glasses surrounded by hearts+some mamas of the students crying and thanking me for having patience with and being nice to their children+me=a way tougher afternoon that I had been expecting, and I had brought extra tissues. Indeed, my farewell party at the school was an emotional affair, as much for me, if not more, than for the kids, although I was pleased to divine sugar as a good distraction for people under the age of twelve. The trajectory of the kids´protests of my departure went ... read more


Am heutigen Tag besuche ich zwei Doerfer ausserhalb von Quetzaltenango: Zunil und Almolonga.... read more
Rathaus in Zunil
Oeffentlicher Waschplatz in Almolonga


Some people are just not satisfied with what the ordinary and sane have to offer Xela: salsa lessons, both the kind that you cough up a Quetzal for and the free kind taught by eager young local "teachers,"the buoyant Pasaje Enrriquez with its endless number of drinking and fry-eating alternatives; creamy, melty, seratonin-augmenting Dona Pancha hot chocolate. No, good food and company isn't enough: some people need the thrill of the unkown, the unwelcome, that which will leave them scared s!%tless. And Xela really does have something for everyone. As with many places in Guatemala, Xela´s long and at times chilling history has left a legacy of haunted areas. Adventure junkies, please read on for some of the most bewitched areas in the fair town. 1. The cemetery. Yeah, I know, how obvious--a haunted cementery. It´s ... read more


Nach 7 Stunden Fahrt komme ich in Xela an. Die Stadt aehnelt sehr San Cristóbal - das Klima ist auch aehnlich - deshalb gefaellt es mir hier auch ;-)... read more
Rathaus Innenhof
Kirche am Hauptplatz
Mauer


Well, howdy there. Welcome to Holy Week in Guatemala, land of the giant purple Virgin Marys and the little girls dressed up in what appears to be bridal costumes. Truly, Ive never spent Easter in a counry quite as traditionally Catholic as Guatemala, and it appears that it will be quite awesome. So, a note on the endlessly entertaining subject of travel: everyone has their own reasons for obsession. Some people travel for the natures highs they get while scaling the tallest volcanoes in the land. Others flock to the markets of the most sensory-overloading kind, all for the joy of finding that one right placemat set. And yet others seem hell bent on visiting every museum in every country, regardless of historical significance. Me, I like food. Guatemala, to be fair, is not known as ... read more


Lots of photos with this blog - please check them out! Our next few days were spent in the second largest city in Guatemala - Quetzaltenango or Xela for short. Six hours and two shuttles after leaving San Pedro we arrived at our hotel which was in a lovely historical building close to the main square. The city suffered mass destruction in 1902 when dual disasters, a volcano and an earthquake, hit the city and almost destroyed. We were woken our first morning by an earth tremor - quite a large one we were later told - our first, and not an experience I wish to repeat. It was a disconcerting and weird feeling to feel the earth shake. Everybody thought we were mad to visit Xela but we loved it. It is at an elevation ... read more
waiting to cross the street in Xela - it was a long wait as the bus had a lot of difficulty turning the corner
Window in Xela
Catholic church, Xela - taken at sunset


Right, yeah, first I barely write anything worth reading, and then I actually don´t write anything for two weeks. Bad blogger etiquette, I know, but in my defense, the sun is finally burning at a temperature high enough to disrobe from at least three of my layers, and I feel like the time is more happily spent plastered on a bench in the park rather than caged in an internet cafe. Nonetheless, pardon... Additionally, after a particularly brutal Friday, I felt like a little trip was in order this past Saturday, and little it was: a mere jaunt to the neighboring town of San Andres Xecul. Nestled in the mountains slightly north of Xela, this town is so unfrequently touristed that there was only one restaurant in the whole place, and it was closed on the ... read more


Had another cooking class with the niños and...so far...fingers crossed...not bowing before the omnipotence of Cipro. So yay. So, what did we cook this time? Granizadas, which is basically a snow cone usually topped with grenadine, canned fruit which must have been stewed by a seven-year-old because it tasted more like sugar than anything resembling a substance with vitamins, and condensed milk. Although the cooking classes are usually a hectic affair, after having heard the aforementioned description, I decided that fulfilling my sugar addiction was more important than safeguarding my sanity. All the while as I hacked at a giant block of ice with a machete alongside the kids (that´s right. Sharp, pointy, perilous objects are barely given a second glance here. Dang.), I dreamed about that first taste of syrup so sweet and yet so ... read more


So far, Ive really done two kinds of traveling--the kind where I stay in a place for a week at the most, and the kind where I stay long enough to completely destroy my habitat with piles of unwashed laundry. The latter is the kind Im doing now, and honestly, its the kind I recommend the most, for many reasons. Some classics include the fact that slipping "Oh, I see your point, but when I was living in Istanbul, I discovered..." into any discussion will both win your case and also effectively eliminate any further contact with the people with whom you had been discussing. You also get the snob appeal of being able to say that youve lived in, "Oh, you know, the Bay Area, Davis, Santiago, Chile, the like..." And then, of course, are ... read more




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