Holy Cross

There's really no describing the bus ride from Antigua to Santa Cruz Del Quiche, so I didn't try. I just let Mom experience it for herself. I think a lot about Guatemala becomes clear after winding down into and up out of gorge after gorge and negotiating landslide after landslide while clinging seatbealtless to the backrest in front of you. I think she may have begun to see why I don't really do a lot of traveling here.

After dropping off our things at the house and going shopping for food, we payed a brief visit to Enlace and headed home. Mom set to work cooking dinner while I took a nap. Around 7:15, Brenda and pals (two of them) arrived on our doorstep after Brenda failed to meet with her new intended landlady. Luckily, they had already eaten and Mom's delicious chicken and beat greens were (almost) all mine!

Around nine Brenda, her friends Nadia and Joel, and Mike and I went to the birthday party of one of Mike's students. It turned out to just be the student and a handful of friends hanging out and drinking rum and coke. Brenda was feeling sick and since its best to have an escort in Quiche at night, I opted to walk her and Nadia home. Mom was still awake when I got back. I guess Mike and Joel stayed until the wee hours.