Strangely and serendipidously,my Treo works here in Guatemala City,and because my addiction to this blog rivals my relentless pursuit of anything Dries van Noten,here's a post from the very smoggy,very alive roads of this volcano-strewn country.
My travel buddy Teal,on Spring Break from grad school in Boston,has yet to arrive.She speaks Spanish,I speak none,and I feel like a complete jerk.Guatemala isn't particularly touristy,and I've only encountered few English speakers so far.Hemming,hawing,blushing and uttering "lo siento" more times than I care to admit,I'm stunned and ashamed that I'm so ignorant of the Spanish language when a huge segment of our population is comprised of native Spanish speakers.This is embarrassing,and I plan to do something about it when I get back.
(I do speak French,not like that's helping me here,but I'm compelled to note that I have achieved some form of fluency with at least one foreign language.)
Broad generalization time: At any rate,style-wise,Guatemala is a testament to the power of color to elevate a national mood.You don't see much black here and,coincidence or no,the locals are exceedingly friendly and hospitable.Point: it's spring!Wear color!
I'm grateful for my H&M dresses,which will surely serve me well in these parts.More soon!Antigua tomorrow?