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Xela

Xela centre... click to see where I stole this pic from

dear little village little town of mine...

Life in Xela was easygoing and comfortable (apart from the sick- see Eureka School page).

As soon as we arrived, Jort found a family to live and seemed to really enjoy them.

Peter and I stayed in a hotel for the first week, as I was planning on going home to Canada... (Mm.)
When we did move in with a family though, we thought we'd hit the jackpot. We had a great room with a big bed, a TV with cable (good for when you're sick). The bathroom (right next door!) was clean and there was a hot shower. The family provides food (3x/day). All this for really cheap. Excellent!

That's before we got to know the momma. In the house there were 3 children, their mother and her mother. The grandma was unbelievably difficult to get along with for the most part. Peter had a real problem with her. She always needed to know what we were up to, and Peter just about exploded over a broken key issue that she just wouldn't let go of. The meals were another story. I thought they were nice, nothing fancy but ok. Problem being that I'm a vegetarian, they didn't know what to do with me so they would cook something and then pick the meat off of my plate. Sometimes this included ground beef and flaked ham. Needless to say, I swallowed my beliefs along with a fair bit of flesh.

Apart from that though (and that fact that despite the blue morning sky, you knew it would rain by 2pm and not let up till the next morning) Xela was a great place to hang out. I know it was Peter's favorite, but he did get a chance to party and meet people a lot more than I did.

At this juncture I would like to share an excerpt from a letter I wrote to Erica (my best friend) while in Xela.

"I'm with a great Dutch guy who, I hate to say, is very nearly the man of my dreams (I feel like I'm jinxing something by saying that). He's so amazingly similar to me in terms of goals, logic, cautious yet adventurous nature, stubborness. And, he's entirely sensitive yet not clingy and overbearing like some guys I've been with.
Anyway, like I said, I don't want to jinx it by talking too much about it, but suffice it to say it's really great!"

on the way to school.... click!

Hanging out at Salon Teccun, meeting locals, and laughing at gringos (hypocricy is always a big part of travel.)

Merengue night at Casa Verde.

Learning Spanish on the cheap through subtitled tv movies.

The chinese restaurant by the square that made us all sick (don't eat there!)

The french girl I had to hate because she kept hitting on Peter.

The millionaire I had to love because he kept hitting on me.

Me and Peter (not flattering, but happy, eh?)... click!

There are some pretty impressive web sites related to Xela, the best of those are these ones:

Xela Pages: travel and information guide to Quetzaltenango

Xela transportation: has full colour map of town and heaps of information.