Gave Mama Esmerelda the day off cooking, took my books, and headed out for a sunday wandering the city. First stop Baviera Cafe, small fruit plate (enough for two), cafe con leche, and a quiet table with nice jazz playing in the background. Great place for a little homework. I've learned to locate myself away from a group of ex-pats who congregate there for a regular sunday morning bitchfest. Blah, blah, blah, the us govt sux, the guate people are ignorant, yada yada. Ugly americans with a capital ugh. Lifes too short and the weathers too fine so out into the calle. Here are a few of yesterdays scenes.
Opera at the theater in February.
Flowers for sale near the cemetario.
Always seems to be some saints day replete with fireworks and a parade.
Sleeping it off.
Sanitarios at the central parque Q1 gets you some tp and a clean attended restroom. Bring your own seat however.
Skaters feel persecuted in Xela, too.
Teeny tiny truck.
Shine Mister?
Artesenias peddle their wares the first sunday each month.
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