I know I have posted many bus pictures, but it is so interesting to ride the bus here. The town-to-town buses here are nicknamed "chicken buses" in English, supposedly because of the racks above the seats, where people have been known to transport chickens. Well I have yet to see chickens, but there certainly is always a mix of baskets, flowers, and whatever else up there. The whole thing is an intensely colorful, somewhat smelly, and sometimes very uncomfortable experience.
As in many other cities, potentially interesting historical landmarks often blend into the local landscape without much attention. This is the Templo Minerva, situated on the side of the road by the main chicken bus terminal.
This afternoon I met up with some friends who took me to a few new places. They had been telling me about a cafe known for its hot chocolate. I was really excited to go, and found it was even cooler than I imagined. They have antique relics decorating the cafe, including what seems to be every rendition of Guatemalan coins and bills. I got hot chocolate that was thickened with a sort of corn flour.
We also played foosball, something that I haven't done since I was a kid. I was surprised at how much fun it could be!
Introduction
This blog will follow me through my travels and experiences working at a clinic in Quetzaltenango (Xela), Guatemala. The clinic sees primarily indigenous (Mayan) patients in a rural mountain community. More than half of the patients are children, and the clinic is expanding its population even more to include more adults. Much of my struggles actually come from the rather universal theme of being a new healthcare provider, in my case, a new nurse practitioner. I'll also try to post plenty of travel stories to keep people entertained, and share some more cheerful stories. I apologize if there's an overkill of clinic stories. Sometimes it helps to tell the stories, even if only for my own sake.
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