I learned a really valuable lesson yesterday. I’m over Lonely Planet and the Tourist Route. So far this whole trip we have been following the other thousands of caucasian tourists throughout 2 countries, staying at the same hotels, going to the same Trivia night at the pub, speaking the same boring English conversations….until yesterday.
Keenan and I got real sick of the stagnant life in San Pedro, and crammed ourselves on to a stuffed bouncy chicken bus, popped a Dramamine and ended up in Quetzaltenango where we met this awesome older gal from France – currently living in Florida- who’s best friend in the world lives in Cottonwood AZ – who convinced us (easily) to get a cab with her traveler friends to this small village where there was a crazy awesome Carnival in honor of Saint Carmen. The best past is that we were most definetly the only Gringo’s in the village. We felt like Celebrities. Hovering feet above the shorties watching Salsa Dancers, some lady found her way up to me just to tell me I was beautiful. Thinking back to my recent trip to southeast Asia where all the ladies called me Fat, I thought to myself, I could get used to this 🙂 Rest assured, the Guatemalan’s enjoy greasy fried foods at their Carnivals just like their neighbors to the North.
Keenan and I danced a bit with some drunk locals, giggled, played video games, ate some tostadas and enjoyed the “Fruta de leche” which was hot Horchata with Rum in it (so good). Then our friends hiked through miles of corn fields to this old lady who makes her own alcohol in the village. They had an adventure finding her, then returned to the party with 3 bottles and a container of alcohol soaked fruit that was like 80 years old and we sat around and drank it with some locals and our new friends. We didnt go on any rides but some were handcranked, and the ferris wheel (attached to a car engine) hauled some ass.
I think we’ve realized that until we explore off the Lonely Planet route, I dont think we will have more moments like yesterday. It’s nice to actually need to speak spanish, see different people and actually feel like we are in a different country. Our next plan: The biggest waterpark in Central America.
Pears and Fruits dipped in Chocolate
Our poison of choice on the left. The right = Guatemalan Jungle Juice
My super attractive boyfriend eating Corn with Ketchup Mustard Mayonaise and Picante Sauce (Vomit in my mouth)
Music by the church
Our friends from Portland and CA – with our wierd corn field underground moonshine
This sticker was on our cab that we took home. Naperville?? Really? You love Naperville Illinois….very interesting.