We made it to Antigua. Dave left the hospital yesterday morning and we got a bus here. He’s much better now. The people at the hospital were all amazing, so kind and warm and patient with us and our terrible attempts at Spanish. In the morning a tiny old woman came into his room and started talking to us. I managed to gather that she wanted to pray for Dave. And so she stood there and said a prayer in Spanish for him. I may not have faith in a god, but after yesterday, I certainly have more faith in people.
The bus journey here was fine except we got caught in our first proper rain. Our bags were on top of the bus and so got soaked. As did we when we had to change buses. Not fun. We’ve been staying in the Yellow House hostel in Antigua, clean and nice with free breakfast and internet. Yesterday lunch was bagels and tea in the Bagel Barn while watching the Pursuit of Happyness. Depressing film. Today we had a lazy morning and then this afternoon climbed Pacaya, the local volcano. Dave insisted on doing it even though he was hardly on top form. He managed well enough. Very warm at the top, and you can get quite up close and personal with the lava.
Tomorrow it’s up early again to get a bus to Guatemala City and then onto El Salvador for our last night. I am going to miss Guatemala. I know some people wonder why the hell you’d come here, that it’s dangerous and yadda yadda, but I haven’t felt unsafe here. It’s a beautiful country.