Upon arriving in Xela, the second largest city in Guatemala, we realised that we’re not mountain-people (yet): On 2300m altitude you can hardly breathe, not to mention the steep cobblestone paved streets we have to manage.
We were made very welcome by a German friend and decided to stay here for a while. Within few days we made ourselves at home in our own apartment which is overlooking the city (even thinner air) and Daniel started earning money teaching English while I am spending it taking Spanish classes.
Life here is quite enjoyable and relaxed and cannot be compared with Guatemala City’s horror stories I am still reading in the daily papers. The only scary moment since was being attacked by street dogs on our way back home. (Daniel was too curious about the unrecognisable bundle on the pavement which turned out to be alive). The earthquake last night was missed by my sweet dreams.
And of course, routine comes with weekend breaks, or are they rather breaks from a break…?