This is the beginning. Saying, "Goodbye to Mom and Dad," and putting all of the processions you will not carry on your back, in someone's attic. In this case, that'd be my brother Jon's attic. Thanks Jon.
On day 1, May 26th, 2015, I woke up at 3:30am. We flew 5 hours to Guatemala city, and then bussed our way 5 hours up to Lake Atitlan. The bus we rode on was a "Bus de Pollo" or "Chicken Bus."
The bus ride was a mix of all sorts of things. In Guatemala city, it consisted of people jumping on and selling things. They sold anything from mangos, to jolly-rancher-type candies, to pencils. The man who was selling pencils yelled at the top of his lungs for 10 minutes as he gave his sales pitch. What could he possibly be saying about a classic no. 2 pencil that would warrant such a pitch? My Spanish isn't terrible, and I know that he was comparing prices to other stores, and was bringing up the value it could have for your grandmother or nephew or cousin.
There was also a band that got on to play, as well as a couple of fully dressed and maked-up clowns who performed a drama/comedy about a father son relationship.
Uploaded by Chris Gagnon on 2015-05-27.
