a lanzarnos hacia el sur

Well, today I woke up in Quetzaltenango (aka Xela), Guatemala. I fell asleep here, too, after a long day of travel that included two combis, a collective taxi, two immigration offices, and one really crowded old school bus. The last two hours of the trip, Ellia and I estimate that there were at least 100 people on the bus, which means that there was absolutley no room to move, and the guy who collected the money was climbing on top of the bus to get back in the front window while the bus was moving full speed.

I was here 4 years ago, and it is totally surreal to be here again. Many of my memories of Xela are faint. I keep seeing things that I had forgotten about, but that I know. So it`s as if something I dreamed about are becoming real. Whoa. Its gonna take me a day or two to adjust.....