Saturday night, after a bottle of rum, Madeline, Tommy (spelt and pronounced ¨tomy¨here) and I decided to meet Sunday at a reasonable hour (8:30am) and take a bus three hours to Chichicastenango, the market town to rival all market towns (well, considering the markets at Momostanengo, San Francisco del Alto, and even Xela´s Democracia, you might easily rival it).
Sarah, I love reading your blog. Sounds like you are having an amazing time. In 1969 (yes, some time ago) I went to Chichicastenango with my family. Your photos make be believe that not much has changed in 40 years.
Sarah,
ReplyDeleteI love reading your blog. Sounds like you are having an amazing time.
In 1969 (yes, some time ago) I went to Chichicastenango with my family. Your photos make be believe that not much has changed in 40 years.
Lots of love, Mim