When I was in Mexico I really didn’t want to go back to Xela. I was in love with the wonderful food, the safety, and the wide streets that made running so much easier than in Xela. I was dreading returning to my sad cell block of a room and the carb hunger diet. I… Read More Rediscovering Guatemala
The scene is our Guatemalan homestay dinner table. The time is 7pm three days ago. The main characters are the four tortilla chips masquerading as dinner on our plates. Lien walks in and sees the sadness that is currently ensuing, I frown at her, she understands.