One of the great beaches here...
One of my favorite pictures of the island Roatan, Honduras that I never posted.
Semuc from above... This is Semuc Champey, where we went rafting right before winter break. They were class four rapids, which isn't that extreme except when your boat leaks and you've nicknamed your three Argentinian boatmates "The Three Sisters" because they paddle like Nancies. And there was the whole "Alto" vs. "Alto Lado" thing. I did however do a backflip off a rickety suspended bridge, which is braggable, I feel.What do you mean, of course that's really me. Jeremy, my personal gymnastics coach, taught me how to do a backflip.
I'm going to start a series of posts to share pictures that should've been posted earlier, but didn't. This is our favorite weekend getaway - a small colonial town called Antigua ("Antique") where they've forbidden certain types of commercial development like new buildings that are not in the colonial style. It's about an hour outside Guatemala City. These pictures are from around October. Later, I'll be posting some amazing pictures from our New Years Eve, which we spent with our siblings in Antigua.
Spelled as it is, it's not a real word in Spanish or English...
Because the word in spanish for "grease" and "fat" are one in the same, this dish detergent could reasonably be interpreted as having the ever-alluring brand name of
This is in plain public view. It's about 8 feet tall on the outside of a lingerie store in a strip mall. If the infomercials didn't get you, well, now you know: This is a silicon bra. Collar and bow-tie sold separately.
For the next few entries, I'm going to post some pictures that I found funny simply for cross-cultural or English/Spanish reasons. I NO WAN TO KNOW YO NAME, I JUST WAN The word "Bang" means nothing in Spanish, but here in Guatemala, it is a clothing store.
Since I was the only person who spoke English at the club last night, I thought that gave me a special right to have a conversation with Teri Bristol after her show last night, around 1:30AM Jeff: Teri! Teri Bristol! Comin down - thanks. Teri: Hey I saw you dancing. I saw the Chicago Pure Future shirt! Jeff: So great... taste of home, promoter... who promoter? brought you down? Teri: What promoter brought me down? Actually the club owner. Jeff: Friend of ... Vince. Garcia! Flipside, you know. Sends his love. [Note: I actually barely know Vince] Teri: Ahhh... ok! Jeff: So when's that? Next time? Teri: Uhh I think I might be back down in March. Jeff: Rock! Science! Needle go fwop, so intense, bitch! Teri: Right - thanks for coming out. Jeff (in tears): Sinister strings mix... Never current, sing tiddle-tiddle ummm cha umm cha cha - Say Hi for Paul Johnson and triple B de chee-caw-go. And I turned to leave. That's the kind of special bond that you get to make with a world-famous DJ when you're the only one who speaks English in a club, and you're from the same little hometown of three million people, yet meeting up in a foreign country. It was really special.