Is Anyone Reading This Thing¿

Cuz i know you care about every minutia of my travels. I barely survived the mercifully short bus ride of 7 plus hours, and didn´t eat lunch but a piece of bread and some almonds... which no amount of ginger pills and agua con gas could save me from nausea and the chokingfumes of guatemala city, the massive mountainscape, or the heavy breaking foot of the driver. UGH. But prior to that, I confess, I salsa´d. And now I know some basic steps. True story. And a little meranga too. Martin, my tour leader, showed up with beer in hand and said, come, come schu, come salsa! So I turned off the latest episode of Monk, with a last longing look at my bed, and went down. And I wasn´t too bad. Now that´s the truth. I can shake it. I´ll admit it. I´m shaking it right now to some latin rap in the internet cafe. And my dance instructer nodded his approval. muey beuno chica. shake it chicas. shake it!

And upon arrival in the charming town of Copan: you immediately find, restaurants, and the bank and you calculate how much limpuras is to the dollar (18.95=$1) and you consult with everyone what a tip would be and how much is $10 and what one should be paying for agua and if anyone is on a budget and where the nearest bar is and when does it close. And of course the internet cafe and man, why I haven´t I found a post office yet!