ANTIGUA. Colour and Coffee.

Much to my Dissapointment I ended up losing a day. My plane to Guatemala City From Cancun was delayed half a day. So not only was I experiencing a broken Heart by leaving Mexico. I was doing it In cancun International! knowing that I could Still be on the Beach. What was funny was that My late flight on a very small plane was holding up a connecting one in flores A Big Full Plane too. When I eventually walked onto the Big plane in flores.. I had a massive crowd of Guatemalans Applauding Me!

This was actually, a little incouraging... Guatemalans seemed to be a softer people than the Mexicans.. and this excited me, as it meant that they may be a little more obliging when it comes to me taking thier Photograph.. something I had struggled with In mexico leaving me feeling as though I had a bunch of Empty Photos to bring Back to you all.

After catching what seemed like a very dodgy Shuttle from Guatemala City to Antigua it was Late saturday night, I was greeted at the Casa by the very Bubbly Antiguan, Karla... who Spoke spanish so fast, but in such an animated way that I knew every single thing that she was talking about. I took Myself off to bed, Exhausted, Lonely and unsure of what the next part of my journey would Bring.

The Next day I took myself and My camera out to breakfast... the walk to the Zocalo revealing some of the most amazing Colonial architecture with a back drop of two magnificent volcanoes. Beautiful!







Breakfast was in a Courtyard cafe, with a big fountain in the middle. Just the kind of place for me to chill out before a wander.

I whent to the Markets and Bargained myself a little piece of retail therapy to soothe my feelings for Mexico.. A beautiful quilt From Chichicastanango... so colourful and handmade. Heavy too.. oops not all that practical for carrying through the rest of Central America.

Afterwards, I sat in a cafe sipping on some fresh organic Central American Coffee, and here I met Fernando, we chatted in Spanglish for quite a while. Swapped email addresses and went seperate ways.

A few steps down the road while obviously appearing a bit lost looking for the laundry I had dropped my clothes of at that morning... I was rescued My Marco, who led me through the cobbled streets, waited for me and then walked me to the casa, which turned out to be right next to his casa. we too swapped emails. and I felt delighted by the Locals I was meeting. Especially them with the Beautiful Latin american tradition of always having the lady walk on the inside of the path. When I asked Marco about this.. he ever so charmingly said "Well, I have a mother you know" I will never forget Him saying this... The latin American men are oh so charming, and it is phrases like this that us girls into way too much trouble.