Antigua from the rooftop of Museo/Iglesia de San Franciso
I can't remember the name...but this is a monument of a church that was destroyed by an earthquake.
The crafts markets are incredible.
Last weekend I took a chicken bus to Antigua. Chicken busses are called chicken busses because people from the rural towns come in on them because they are super cheap to trade their goods and work in the city. Way back when they used to bring their small animals on them, chickens...apparently, and stick them in what is now the luggage rack. They are insanely crowded, I was pushing through people to get a seat, and literally couldnt tell if I was sitting on a seat or just wedged in between people hard enough that it felt like one. They are exremely colorful and beautiful. People jump on and off of them, sort of bus hopping, selling things, a man got on and gave us a full sermon out of the Bible.
Antigua is beautiful. There are a gazillion churches, lots of them more like museums now or monuments after being destroyed by earthquakes. It is also sort of nestled between...I want to say 3 volcanoes? Volcan de Agua is the clearest one in sight, and it just looms out in the south end of town, it's stunning. Mm..i'm not sure what else to say about it, it's lovely. Tons and tons of good restaurants and pretty buildings.
Today I had a salsa dance lesson...alone...with this woman with tattooed eyeliner and hairsprayed hair. Her dance studio was two feet wide and she is a terrible teacher. I am not going back. Top ten most painful experiences of my life.
It was really good to get back to school after the weekend, I missed the kids. I'm starting to learn more and more about their individual disabilities. One of the boys is autistic, he doesn't work with the rest of the class and spends the day talking to the walls. I know that sounds like i'm being funny...i'm not, it's really interesting. But today I was working one on one with him trying to finish a test they had to take, and I was asking him to circle numbers as I said them, adn when I got to the number seven he jumped up and freaked out. He wouldn't color it or say it or have anything to do with it. I'm dying to know whats going on with him and that number.
Other than that...I have spanish coming out my ears. Or I guess going in my ears...HA! I miss everyone.
It was good to read another message from you, Sula. I got the three little books, they are actually like baby board books, but I will send them, and maybe one of your kids will like them. No number sevens. Your Dad said we could come to visit you and go to Antigua. It sounds beautiful. Maybe not on the chicken bus! Love, Grandma
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