SOooo... In Xela, aka Quetzaltenango, we went to a big kind of Happy Birthday Pueblo fiesta...where i was convienintly pickpocketed. The most frustrating part of it all is how paranoid i am about stuff like that. Through the whole place i had my hands in my pockets...accept for Once when we walked through this tight pass of people! As soon as we passed it i put my hands back in only to have a lonely pocket! Since we have finished our information gather with Guatemalensis, and this morning after accidentally sleeping in an extra 30 min we walked to the bus terminal, as they call the one street, calle 7, which is filled with buses. We were quickly swarmed with people asking us where we were going, offering places in every direction. All of this was
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