Here I’m sitting in a hammock listening to a sermon in Spanish from our neighbor church. Jill, me and Florie are alone in an empty hostel. Wellington went to watch the futbol game somewhere. I was thinking last night about football. In USA it’s a game where the main body part touching the ball are hands. Seems like soccer/futbol has a better claim to the name. It’s Sunday and the sun finally. And out. It is a downright pleasant temperature here for the first time in 3 days.
Last Sunday Jill reminded me that we served breakfast to 60 people on a tour from Guatemala City. She says this week went by so slowly. It did. Monday, I went to samuc. The rest of the week we were waiting for thanksgiving. Then it was cold and damp. Now it is starting to feel normal again. Soon we say goodbye to Lanquin probably forever. What an interesting time it’s been here. Two weeks in this small town and our feet are already itchy. What will next week bring…