Primary colors are strewn over dirty houses. Theres trash on the side of the road, and for the first time I saw a pidgeon in this small country - actually about 300 gathered in the Central Plaza in downtown Guatemala City. After a heavy beer in a saloon-type establishment, and hot chocolate in a classy old-timey cafe, I gazed at sepia photos of 'Antigua', not the actual city per se, but what used to be the capital's downtown. Peaceful dirt roads, carriages, quiet streets, and tended gardens settle in gold picture frames. On the same street, I hold my camera tight against my chest, under my jacket as pollution, car alarms, and cloudy skies rain down upon me. Things have definitely changed here over the years, and theres so much more I want to know about this place. Still, Jesus rules over the land, and theres really good churro stands to ease your troubles, but such sugary snacks can't hide the poverty, political corruption, and crowded houses here.
Advertisements are everywhere, and the water is dirty. I am extremely lucky to be living with a loving family that gets by and cooks amazing Guatemalan dishes for me everyday. It is better outside the city in nature, at Mayan ruin cites, away from man -made destruction.
In peace.
David Julius
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