Today, a gray Tuesday near the end of October, I am finally leaving Guatemala, making my first southern progress in…
In my second week at the Casa Latina, that fine establishment acquired two new residents, and we…
I came into the city of Quetzaltenango- which absolutely everyone calls by its Maya name, Xela- for the second time on a cold and rainy…
There is something about El Lago de Atitlan. Something mysterious and elemental and profound. A vast lake in the highlands of…
Just as I was settling in to my new life as a student of teaching english, strange and disturbing…
I spent exactly thirty nights in Antigua, which means old, or ancient, and whose name is actually Antigua Guatemala, or old Guatemala, as it was…