We’re finally out of here. It’s time to figure out how to tie the new bike to the roof and hit the road. Here are just a few final words on a city we really liked.
It’s called Antigua for a reason. Everything is crumbling. There are probably 30 ruined churches in this tiny town.
Everyone here is really really nice.
For some reason, every time I walked into the town square I was openly offered weed by one of the shoe-shine boys. Everyone else seemed to be getting their shoes shined.
The little tiendas don’t have much inside, but are exceptionally well-organized. I’ve never seen anything like it.
We’ve had some of the best and most thoughtfully-prepared food here as anywhere on our trip. The plethora of excellent restaurants here is likely unparalleled elsewhere in Central America.
In two weeks, we stayed in 5 different places. We looked at at least 20 more. If you need a recommendation, just let us know.
Here is where I realized that I’m turning gray (early!) and there’s no more denying it (thanks Mike!) I’d be way more comfortable with it if it weren’t for the impending streak. Regardless, I will continue to act immature.
If you come in the summer, bring an umbrella. And a jacket.
I met Kristin at lunch one day at Y tu pina tambian and I had the keys to her apartment before dinner. It’s not what you think, but I’m going to tell the story that way from now on – and probably embellish it. It’s sort of a cushion for that going-gray thing.
Thanks again Kristin!
Oh, and be sure to drop by the Ocelot and say ‘hello’ to Shaun.