(sorry for all the mistakes, I had to walk almost a mile to find a place with wifi and I don’t have Alisa here to correct me)
|Try the Bacon, it´s great
We headed out early today in order to get a quick bite to eat and head to the fútbol game between Antigua and Coatepeque. When we got to Antigua, we walked passed a small coffee shop that caught my eye. I asked the guy at the entrance if they served breakfast and he said yes. After finding our seats, a waiter came up to us and asked us if we were ready to order. However, he was talking so fast that it was really hard to understand him. I asked for a menu and he looked a little upset. We waited quite a while for him to come back and when he finally did return, I asked him for two cups of coffee with cream. We looked at the menu for a bit and noticed that all the breakfasts come with coffee. So when he came back with our coffees, I asked him if these would count as part of our breakfast to which he responded NO. ok… I ordered the Desayuno Mexicano (Mexican Breakfast) and Alisa ordered the
Desayuno Tejano. When our food arrived we bot got the Desayuno Tejano. It looked pretty good, so I didn’t complain. When we started eating, we noticed that the bacon was raw. Alisa moved her´s to the the side, but I was not going to eat it. I got up and told him that I didn’t order it and he kept insisting that I did. It´s hard enough to gather my thoughts in English, but it was a lot harder to do it in Spanish. At this point, we were running late to the game. I asked for the check and if we could take our coffee to go. He responded, “the coffee is only for here.”
We arrived at the stadium about 20 minuets late. While in route, we noticed a few people selling Antigua Jerseys, so we picked up a few. They were actually pretty cheap, so we pick up and extra one for Philip B. The game was really fun. We had a great opportunity to hear all kinds of colorful curse words in Spanish and different kinds of sentences and insults we didn’t know where possible or even made sense. After the half, a lot of people got up, so we took that opportunity to get better seats. When everybody returned we found ourselves right next to the crowd that were hurling insults and telling jokes. It was pretty funny, and we had a great time. The game itself was pretty intense. A fight almost broke out after a controversial goal was scored by Antigua. The other team looked like they were ready to beat up the ref. The goalie for Coatepeque even head butted
one of the Antigua players. Eventually they called the goal back. Coatepeque ended up getting a free kick as a result of a penalty later in the match, but their goal was called back from what I think was un-sportsmen like conduct.
After the game was over, a large group of security guards came out and escorted the referees off the field. I guess it´s a high risk job. As we walked back to our home, we still didn’t know who won. There was no one announcing the game and we couldn’t see the score board. When we arrived at the house, we found out that the game was a draw.
We had lunch with Hugo and Estella. Estella really liked that we were wearing Antigua Jerseys. She took a whole bunch of pictures of us in the kitchen before lunch. We had egg soup and some kind of vegetable that kind of looks like a potato but is smaller and has a slightly different taste and shape. After eating, we got our things together and headed out the door. We said goodbye to our hosts, snapped a few pictures and were off. We got to the chicken bus just as it was pulling out of the station. At this point we had about 20 min to get to downtown Antigua and jump on to the shuttle. However, a quarter into our trip we ran into some construction construction on the road. Cars here try to move like water. If there is an open space they will try to jam themselves through. I cant even explain how the road looked. It was a street about 15 feet wide (if that) with cars jam
|Saying goodbye to our Guatemalan family
packed in every direction. We were stuck. There were three young men directing the bus–trying to get us off of the main road. We ended up pulling into a tiny ally which I never thought for the life of me we would fit. Not only did it fit but there was another bus heading our direction. By divine intervention, and a lot of cursing and laughing in Spanish, we made it past each other. To get out of the alley, the young men had to get out of the bus and direct our left turn. During the first attempt, the rear bumper crashed into a barrier and made a really loud sound. After the crash, there was a lot more yelling and laughing by the driver and young men. Alisa noted some old ladies standing on the corner watching all this going on as if were just any other day.
After a well executed 16-point turn, we managed to get back on the road. We still had a long way to go. At the first stop, we jumped off the bus and got into a tuk tuk. However, we broke tuk tuk rule number one. Always ask how much before getting in! We ended up paying almost double. We threw our bags on our backs and ran to the agency. After all that, the shuttle was about 15 minuets late.
The shuttle to Antigua was really nice. However, the drive through the cities was really depressing. It really gave us a good perspective on the amount of poverty here. We saw entire cities the size of Portland that were completely in shambles (at least to my eyes). When we got up to the hills, Alisa had to take some medicine because of all the twists and turns on the road road. She didn’t look so great for most of the trip, but she made it. We were lost in the city for a long time. Eventually, a young man, who spoke very clear Spanish, came up to us and helped us orient ourselves and find a hotel. I guess his job is to corral lost tourists and get them places to stay (for a commission I would imagine). We ended up getting a hotel room for about Q150 ($20). The room was nice, and it even had 2 extra beds. We walked up ad down the street in front of our hotel for quite some time, had a nice dinner, and decided to call it a night.