It is green in Guatemala. And it is hot. Finally. To think that just yesterday afternoon I was stepping gingerly over the ice. I am sitting in a little cantina, checkered tablecloth, 4 little tables. The senora just took my order of a vegetarian plate and a fresh orange/pineapple juice. At the table in front of me, a young gringo in shorts and sandals is eating his meal, headphones in his ears. I haven´t even taken off my airplane clothes yet. I was too hungry.
It was a 2 plane event to get to Guatemala and each flight was short enough that no meal was served. Peanuts and drinks. Snack food for sale. So rather than arrive stuffed with too much food, I arrive ravenous. Customs was a non-event as was finding the shuttle bus. They found me. I gulped down a burrito at the airport cantina but it barely left a dent.
The food has arrived. A little green salad in the centre surrounded by a slab of pureéd black beans, a baked potato, 2 slices of fried plantain and a mound of guacamole. A tortilla chip sits in the guacamole and in the beans. 3 hot tortillas wrapped in a cloth. With a little hot sauce, it is heaven.
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