Back in the air
Reflections
I found this to be very funny
Airport #165. Why is this called “International” airport?
Sunday Map Quiz
What do you think this map represents? Darker means more. Post your answers in the Comments section
Answer can be found here.

Goodbye Guatemala!
I had no expectations other than going back home with a few shirts. All my fears of safety were misplaced. The people are great. The country is beautiful. I wish I had come here earlier with my family.
As I watched that guy wave us off, I could not help promising myself that I will be back with Sharmila to show her the country.

Meet my new friend – William Lopez
Most countries I go to, I tend to make at least one everlasting relationship. It is usually the person who takes me around – unless I choose to drive or rely entirely on public transport. I have about 30 such life long friends from all over the world.
Please meet my new friend – William Lopez from Guatemala. He was my friend, philosopher and guide during my entire stay here. A person with an amazing personal journey.
He lived in Italy and married this most beautiful woman he met there. Except, she died at childbirth. To let him put it … “It was difficult to raise my child by myself at first”. But he did. His son is growing up in Italy as an aerospace engineer.
Life dealt the next unkind deal with his mom contracting cancer. He left his son to his in-laws and better education there to take care of his mom (and dad) in Antigua. His two brothers also leave abroad. Thankfully, his mom is a survivor today!!
He said he had never worked this hard before to get out of debt. And then Covid came!! Had to sell all his cars that he used for touring business. But he is building it up again. His parents and he support an orphanage and run a Spanish-learning school. They are finishing up his house to be a four room bed-and-breakfast for foreign students to come and learn Spanish and stay at their place and eat meals cooked by his mom. The current students have to live by strict rules – no smoking inside the property and you cannot bring your boyfriend or girlfriend in unless they are students too.
For all that hard work, I never saw him not smiling. In fact, the remotest of the villages we went to – everybody seemed to know him. The parking lot guy in Panajachel came running to him, every shopkeeper in San Juan gave them updates on their family (from the barebones Spanish I could understand).
It is like he has touched so many lives!!
The kind of guy I want to be some day when I grow up!
In the meanwhile, if you or your friends every want to visit Guatemala – and I can vouch for you that all you hear about insecurity in this country in Western media is just a minuscule representation of this country – I personally felt safer in all places in Cd. Guatemala than I feel even around my office in Atlanta. No homeless person screamed at me here – and I really encourage you to do so, please feel free to reach out to this young gentleman. He really knows a thing or two about how to deal with people.

A little learning is a dangerous thing
Most of the times I can get by with my broken Spanish. At the height of my career, I argued with the cab driver in Mira Flores in Peru negotiating the price for a cab ride. And won!
Well, from those days, I certainly have fallen a rung or two.
The menu boasted of a sea bass with a helping of vegetables or mashed potatoes.
I asked the lady in my Spanish that I want both vegetables AND mashed potatoes. And that I wanted big helpings of those. The sea bass part was okay – grilled would be good.
The good news is that I got both the vegetables and mashed potatoes. They were not big helpings. What was instead was the fish.
Forget a piece of sea bass. I got a whole red snapper!!
Me and my Spanish!!

The mannequins in San Juan
They all look the same – like this! Remember how my friend William had told me how the design of the clothes will tell you where the wearer is from? Well, this is the particular design for men and women in San Juan. The colors might differ. For example, look at the design around the neck for the woman. And the 24 boxes with X below that. This means she is from San Juan. Look at the guy’s shirt and go back to the picture of the huge awning in the street a few posts back. Exactly the same.
In fact, there is a way these things are worn that can tell you whether the woman is married or not. I was so fascinated counting the lines that I did not listen to the explanation William gave. The reason I was counting the lines is that all that design is derived from Mayan calendar. I think they have 19 months – 18 times 20 plus 5 days. Somehow that is where the 24 boxes come. I will have to figure out. And right around the collar you can count 7 days in each design. I think there are 365 of them in all.
Love the history and culture of the Mayans.





