Today, I drove with Tita to Inguat - a tourist spot where her son-and-law Chato works in the administrative office. I definitely fit the 'tourist' description, and felt extremely uncomfortable around fake indigenous clothes, bags, and artwork. I felt even worse that this was government property. A la gran puta!
We walked to the museums close-by, where, in the modern art building, we marveled at cubist, expressionist, surrealist, realist, and abstract paintings and sculptures. Have you ever heard of Eugenio Fernandez Granell or Efrain Recinos? If not, you should look up their work...now.
I've been keeping a 'libreta' - a notebook, wherever I go. I've been writing my personal journals in Spanish and keeping track of all the new words and verbs I've been learning. It feels like I've been here for weeks, but its only been two days! Wowee!
One thing about Guatemala city: no one cares about car lanes. If you stay in your lane, you are a pussy. Carlos maneuvered the tightest squeeze through three cars onto an off-ramp. With my heart running laps around my chest, I muttered, "Bienvenidos a Guatemala!"
Tonight, I'm going to Antigua (FUCK YEAH!) an old city close to Guatemala City where Jose Carlos and I will hit the disco for 'ladies night'........ADIOS!
Wait! Eat Pollo Campero! It is the best fast food chicken joint in the world, hands down. I know there are a few in downtown LA. http://www.google.com/search?client=safari&rls=en&q=pollo+campero+los+angeles&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8
That's it. Hasta luego.
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