Right before i ditched San Andres Itzapa and Maya Pedal for the affluent wilds of Playa del Carmen (I was trying to think of a good analogy for this move, but i realized the truth of the matter is this: It's like going from Guatemala to Mexico. Suddenly fruit popsicles aren't homemade in little plastic bags, they come in fancy, proper shaped flavors like cafe de leche and hibiscus. You can imagine the rest)
Right before I left a family came to Maya Pedal. A couple and three little blond boys from Portland, Oregon, moved to town to help out at the shop and learn Spanish.
Here you'll find Ryder's blog. He's eight, and incredibly enthusiastic. It's pretty clear that his mom is his ghost writer, but check out their video clip. It is San Andres Itzapa to a tee. Nice photos too.
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