(Dang it! My computer erased my message before I sent it so I have to write this all over again. piece of junk)
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At least I didn't puke ( ha ha ha! )
While there in Guatemala, my church group was told not to drink the water there because of bacteria and other bad stuff. We drank water out of bottles, kinda like those Aquafina bottles.
In Guatemala City and Antigua, street vendors (vendedores) flocked up on us, holding up jewelry and cloth articles on their arms, begging us to buy something. ("�Quiere usted comprar? S�lo un quetzal.") We always had to tell them "No, gracias" or "no queremos comprar nada" but we felt pity for them. I conversed with one, asking her if she had a lot of daily business and she said no. I'd be bored to tears if I sold stuff on the streets all day for a living. Not my passion. I can only hope that those people make enough money to sustain a healthy and enjoyable living. Perhaps they are used to living that way.
We visited a small town called Chichicastenango, which I did not like. It was one of the most boring, mundane, worldly, chaotic places I've ever been to. It was packed-crowded-full of people: one tienda (small store) after another, and vendors and buyers all over the place. Pagan worship and witchcraft rituals. While in Chichi, everyone in my group was safe because we stuck together as a group and held onto our quetzales so no one robbed us. Yet it was a terrible place.
Someday I'd like to come back to Guatemala. I was elated to come back to the US since I was in Gu8atemala for such a long time. But I hope that maybe in a few years I can visit La Iglesia Esmirna again. San Antonio Aguas Calientes was a nice town, and all the Christians there were very friendly - even the kids! The members of the Esmirna church were so ecstatic to have us stay with them, that they cried when we left. I was glad to leave SAAC so I could visit other places, but my heart broke when I saw the sadness in their faces.