Leaving Antigua was a bit dishearteningly. It became our hometown for a brief respite from the road. We became familiar with the city and had our favorite spots — a bakery, café, and bar where staff began to recognize us. For example we went to the same coffee shop after classes ended in the afternoon and studied until dinner. After a day or two, we rarely had to ask how we wanted our coffee prepared (mine – grande, negro sin azucar; Sarah’s – mediano, con leche y azucar).
We even went to the dentist for a cleaning. For about 20 USD, about the price of our dental insurance co-pay when we were working, we left with clean, reconditioned smiles.
We started to get to know people. Heather recommended that we look up Brian, a warm showers host, when we got to Antigua. She stayed with him on her way north from Costa Rica. We contacted him before we went to Belize to inquire if he could procure some bicycle parts. Brian is a part owner of Antigua Bicycle Co-Op, which provided some some overdue repairs to our bikes.
Upon our arrival in Antigua he and his wife Denise helped us out by putting us up for a few nights until we found our language school (Thanks again to Brian, Denise & Stella) and when we returned from Lake Atitlán before heading off for El Salvador. We even helped drag down Brian’s team at the Sunday night pub quiz at the Ocelot — from reigning champions prior to our participation to bronze finish followed by not even making it to the podium. Not surprisingly, the Sunday we were at Lake Atitlán, his team was back on top.
In addition, we ran into Bill¹, a bookstore owner, at the Iguana Perdida on Lake Atitlán. He remembered us by association with the book we purchased — “You bought the ten year old Central America Guidebook for the maps.”
We put down some roots, albeit a bit shallow given our ramblings, in the roughly three weeks we spent in the Antigua area. In short, Antigua was one of the handful of places we’ve been on this trip where I felt that I could live. Somehow I have the feeling that we might be back in Antigua someday for another visit if not for an extended stay.
Mom Z recently wrote this publication to notify the editors that Scott’s little three year old brain misremembered certain facts in a recently published article Kids Say The Darndest Things, February 21, 2014.
The child’s name was Todd, not Kent, as noted in the post. I apologize for the error. However, given the string of mistruths that my parents have spread throughout the years (namely Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, “if you cross your eyes they’ll stay like that”, “brussels sprouts taste like little lettuces,” etc.) I harbor a few misgivings regarding their trustworthiness . This leads me to believe that I do, in fact, have twin brothers, Todd and Kent, that were traded for the child my parents brought home. This confirms that Chad, the kid they brought home, must be awesome because they traded two kids for one.
¹Bill helps publish and writes for a local literary/art/wateringhole magazine. He had a brilliant true life tail in recent issue titled The Estonian. Although not as poignant, check out The Adventures of Pissy Jesus. As a former alter boy and recovering catholic, I found The Adventures laugh out loud funny.