The Wormlips Scrapbook

…That’s what cuidad-bound bus conductors shout as they careen down the street looking for passengers. Here’s what I’ve gleaned from today’s news: Eleven bus drivers and conductors have been murdered over the past three days. Álvaro Colom, in office for fewer than thirty days now, suspects it’s an attempt to destabilize his government. Others say [...]

I can’t make up my mind: stay in Antigua these last six days or make the eight-hour-each-way van ride to the caves at Lanquín and the waterfalls at Semuc Champay? My mind is flapping around like the Lent flags at Iglesia Santa Lucia. I’d like to show you where I’m living on Callejon del Burrito. [...]

I spent almost all of today writing and messing with photos, so my day has yielded nary an experience worth telling, unless you count getting lost in the mercado and finding myself in an abandoned part of town beyond where the chicken buses sleep. But tomorrow, I promise… I haven’t even laughed once all day, [...]