We´ve been here in Antigua for several days now. It is the loveliest place I have yet seen. The colorful, colonial buildings; the cobbled streets; the unique blend of locals and travelers. It all comes together to form a place that I could easily fall in love with.
I sit in a retro little cafe looking out over Parque Central. The cathedral shows itself rising high above the trees. It is beautiful and white and just lovely. I look out over the cobbled streets and watch as life happens. People walk around the fountain. Shoe-shinersboys dressed neatly in slacks and collared shirts hunt for their next customer. Young couples sit on park benches, lost in each other´s eyes. I love to watch the old men with their hats sitting for hours, watching the world pass by, perhaps reminiscent of a time long ago. 
I watch the travelers and tourists, young and old. Some are here to learn spanish. Others have come to see this beautiful colonial city that is nothing like the rest of the country it is situated in. I look at my boyfriend beside me, lost in green tea and Paul Theroux. I feel like I think too much. Too much about the things that do not matter and not enough about those that do. Or perhaps not.
We have plans to do a volcano tour to Volcan Pacaya. Apparently we would be able to see lava up close and personal. How cool would that be? Perhaps that will be my next blog.
Our time in Antigua has been amazing. It´s hard not to become entranced here. As much as I love the ¨real Guatemala¨with its dirty roads full of potholes, its bright and vibrant locals with their colorful clothing, and the random scattering of animals everywhere you look, I can´t help but put Antigua up there with my favorite sights in this country. It´s truly breathtaking.
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