Showing posts with label guatemala. Show all posts
Showing posts with label guatemala. Show all posts

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Antigua, Guatemala: Let's Just Be Friends


Antigua patina, Guatemala. April 2016.



I've been to places that set my soul, mind, or heart to fluttering. New Mexico. South Louisiana. Harar, Ethiopia.

Bust in museum behind Central Park, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.



I met people in Antigua who fell in love with the place almost at first sight. They felt the lure in Antigua that I've felt in other places.

Antigua patina, Guatemala. April 2016.



Me, well, Antigua is likable enough.

But no sparks.  I'd like to be friends, though.


Friday, August 12, 2016

Antigua, Guatemala: Praise the Lord and Pass the Chocolate Kiss


Santa Lucia Church, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.



One afternoon I walked down 8th-or-9thish Avenue, aka Alameda de Santa Lucia, past the cemetery, and when I almost reached the corner of 7th Calle, where I intended to turn left, I heard a happy sound. Singing. Like gospel singing.



The sound soared above the usual raucosity of lumbering chicken buses, tuk-tuks, and motor bikes.



But where was it coming from? I stood still for a bit, trying to place its source. The church. The Catholic church across the street.



I crossed the intersection, crossed the church courtyard, entered the church. Smiling, huggy women greeted me in lilac blouses. They had chocolate kisses. One woman gave me a chocolate kiss. Maybe she hugged me. If not, I think she wanted to.


There were many people in the church, standing within the pews. Singing. Singing joyfully.


Santa Lucia Church, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.


Almost all were women. A man led the service at the front.

I had entered the realm of a pentecostal or charismatic congregation. Lots of positive energy. Swaying to the music, to the spirit, to the community of people gathering in a place to celebrate something together.

Being an opportunistic voyeur, I hoped there'd be some fainting or speaking in tongues about to happen right in front of me. Neither happened but I enjoyed being a temporary, happy participant in the service.

When I shared my experience with my airbnb hostess, she told me a story. My hostess has a couple of friends who are members of a charismatic/pentecostal church. They'd tried numerous times to persuade her to come to a service, unsuccessfully. Finally, one of the friends convinced my hostess to attend a weekend retreat with her, promising it would be low-key, relaxing, enjoyable.

My hostess did attend the retreat, only to experience relentless pressure to let her resistance go, to let Jesus take hold of her spirit, to move her to fall or speak in tongues. My hostess was adamant in not doing so, and as she continued to resist the pressure, the women present became more oppressive in their insistence. Finally, my hostess found a way to escape (and that's how she viewed it) the retreat and get home.

Below is an excerpt from a man who wanted to be a member, but became disillusioned, as follows:
 ... I repented and accepted Jesus as my Saviour with sincerity and fear. I did not want to go to hell. I was very zealous for the Lord and his Bible, a few weeks later hands were layed upon me for the baptism of the Holy Ghost with the evidence of this by speaking in tongues. I didn't feel anything, I was told to clear my mind and ask God for this gift of tongues and then speak the language that the spirit would give you. There is immense pressure on you to speak in tongues otherwise you are not empowered and you will struggle in your walk with Christ.

I would stand there with my mouth open waiting for the Holy Spirit to move my mouth but nothing happened, eventually I was told that "you must speak and that the Holy Spirit would not move your mouth. Just speak the first thing that comes to your mind, receive it by faith, you have been prayed for and hands layed upon you therefore RECIEVE THE SPIRIT." The Pastor says over me and so I begin to jibber jabber and the Pastor says "That's it, keep speaking that's the tongue you have recieved you must now cultivate the language by speaking it as much as possible."

I didn't feel anything no heat or electricity like some of the others claim to feel when they are given the "gift of tongues" Some people fall down or weep uncontrollably or sweat so much that they need to change their clothes, others gyrate or shake or bounce up and down. The ones that fall down may also gyrate and shake uncontrollably, it all depends on how much the Holy Spirit decides to touch you and how high a profile the Preacher has. 

This is all explained as the work of the Holy Spirit, people feel special and others envy at those that the Holy Spirit touches. I was one of those people that wanted an experience like that but never recieved it. ... After I spoke in tongues I went to see an elder of the church and told him that the tongues I'm speaking are just things I'm saying from my mind, anybody could do what I'm doing you don't need to be baptised in the Holy Spirit just speak anything. He told me that all these doubts are lies from the devil and that he is trying to steal your gift, don't let him do it. What could I do but believe what he told me therefore anytime I spoke in tongues I had these doubts but I had to ignore them because they were from the devil. When I asked the others about their experience, questions like what did you feel when you were baptised in the spirit they would answer with claims of bolts of electricity, heat, heart pumping vigorously and that they had no control of what was happening to them.  ...
Slaying in the spirit was something I never experienced. Twice I went to the alter to be slain but both times I was pushed. I was very disappointed and disillusioned. ... 

One evening a travelling evangelist with "great and mighty powers" was preaching at our church and then he had an alter call and began slaying people in the spirit, this guy was the genuine article some people were slain violently even before he touched them, they would fall backwards and be caught by "catchers"( this is now a calling and a ministry, to be a catcher) They would place them on the floor and be left alone for the spirit to do the work in their life that they needed, again some would shake, weep, and pray and occasionally hands are layed upon those that need further deliverence. 

One guy was on the floor stiff as a board and remained that way for the rest of the service.After the service a few of us went to a pizza place but first we picked up the stiff guy and put him in the back of a station-wagon and there he remained until about midnight. He was like that for 3 hours. We asked him what it felt like and he had the same feelings as others, warmth and electricity and no control over the situation, he said he tried to get up but couldn't. .... 

Holy moly.






Thursday, August 11, 2016

Antigua, Guatemala: Guard Flowers


A very protected point of entry, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.


Security bars + attack flowers = evil-doers at bay.

A couple of articles on attack-guard landscaping below: 

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Antigua, Guatemala: Scenes from La Merced


One of my routes to and from school took me by all of these scenes in and around La Merced.


The iconic Santa Catalina Arco



Santa Catalina Arch, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.



Santa Catalina Arch, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.


Where some of the Holy Week figures hang out after Easter. 


Santa Semana figures near La Merced, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.






Santa Semana figures near La Merced, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.

Santa Semana figures near La Merced, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.


A Guatemalan woman peering out of her window, overlooking La Merced plaza.

Woman looking out window at La Merced Plaza, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.


The shoeshiner has stepped away from his office for a moment. 


Shoeshiner station on La Merced Plaza, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.


A look down the street at Brother Volcano. 


Volcano view from La Merced Plaza area.


La Merced.









Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Antigua, Guatemala: The Dilemma of Good Intentions



Seeds on a map, Marina's balcony, Tbilisi, Georgia. 2012.



Humanitarian and development aid seems to be a big business in Guatemala. 

I say "business" because when you have a location that is NGO-rich, there is a corresponding growth in commercial enterprises to serve the aid tourists:
  • Restaurants and other eateries;
  • Hostels, hotels, and home-stay families;
  • Internet infrastructure;
  • Souvenir sales; 
  • Construction materials for the bricks-and-mortar projects; 
  • Office supplies, school supplies, medical supplies, and other supplies for the educational, health, etc. programs; and
  • In-country staff employment. 

Some enterprising folks know that tourists will pay for the privilege of volunteering, and thus believe the aid biz to be a lucrative one. Whether or not the organization succeeds at its mission may not be a priority.

Certainly, one could make a good argument that the auxiliary benefits of being an NGO-intensive destination is good for the local economy and, therefore, good for its residents.

On the other hand, this doesn't ensure that the abundance of NGOs results in an overall increase in the majority of residents' emotional, physical, or self-determinant well-being.

Local business owners may also have an incentive to support and attract as many NGOs as possible to protect their financial interests, regardless of an NGO's effectiveness or if an NGO actually does harm to a community.

Nuts and seeds, Tsalaskuri, Georgia. 2011.


So many times I have heard of a group going down to Guatemala for a week or more to build a school or build a church or build something else. Most of these are church groups. Or I hear of doctors and nurses going down to do surgeries for a week or two; some doing so every year.

While in Antigua, I met quite a few expats living there. Almost all seemed involved in one humanitarian endeavor or another. At lunch on the mountaintop restaurant, El Tenedor, I shared a table with a group of health care providers from the US who were in Antigua as part of an annual medical aid trip.

On one hand, I feel so impressed with the generosity in spirit, time, expertise, and money that such folks share with Guatemalans.

On the other hand, I feel some discomfort at the ubiquity of these aid operations.

This is because every act of aid, no matter how small, is an intervention


Coffee berries. Gorgora, Ethiopia. 2011.

All interventions have consequences. 

There are centuries-old adages that speak to this:
  • The road to hell is paved with good intentions. 
  • No good deed goes unpunished. 
  • If you save a life, you are responsible for that life forever. 
  • First, do no harm. 

And a more recent caution, said in various ways by various thinkers: Every solution creates new problems. 

I'm not anti-aid. Not at all. Interventions can produce glorious results.


Magnolia fruit, Opelousas, Louisiana. 2015.


I am for aid that meets the criteria described by the now-defunct organization, Family Services of Greater Waterbury in the UK: 

... all aspects of individual, family and community life are intricately related. Each member of a community exists in relation to their physical, mental, social, economic and spiritual well being. The helping endeavor, as well as agency organization, values and programs, must reflect this holistic reality. Therefore, helping must be:
  • Strength-based
  • Empowering
  • Embedded in a healthy, holistic agency culture
  • Provided within a holistic approach that respects the complexity and diversity of individuals and families
  • Designed to build community capacity to serve individuals and families
  • Effectively integrated and coordinated
  • Culturally respectful
  • Continuously evaluated for outcomes and accountability
  • Provided by competent staff
  • Accessible and comprehensive
  • Individualized
  • Fiscally responsible


Indian corn and chiles, Santa Fe, New Mexico. 2008.



Some others' thoughts on aid in Guatemala and elsewhere: 

Ingrid Nanne, who works in the aid field, and is currently in Guatemala, has written several thought-provoking articles, such as:
  1. What Happens When NGOs Break the Law
  2. Good Enough for the Poor
  3. Idealizing and Preserving "Traditional" Culture


Beyond Intractability is a wonderful library of essays on topics related to extremely difficult conflicts. The University of Colorado Conflict Information Consortium fosters this magnificent website.

The 2004 essay by Amelia Branczik, Humanitarian Aid and Development Assistance, is long, but worth the time investment in reading about the serious challenges - ethical, political, fiscal, social -  faced by people and organizations who want to do good.



 
Plum harvest, Gurjaani, Georgia. 2011.



Actions to consider

When traveling to a country where a large majority of its people lack access to a decent education, safe housing, sufficient quantity or quality of food, health care, and individual self-determination, I think it's a natural reflex to want to Do Something. 

This is not a bad reflex, regardless of one's motivations. Are you driven by guilt, compassion, ego, love, faith  - who cares, really? If I am responsible in my choice of action (see all of the stuff above), does it matter why I'm doing it?

The question is: What's the most effective, results-oriented act of Doing Something? 

Here are some ideas

Contribute to an overlooked, under-served need at home. For example, there are public schools in America that don't have the basics to give their children even a minimally-acceptable education. Check out: The Problem We All Live With, from NPR's This American Life. 

Before you go or after you return, consider Kiva. You can choose which individual or group, in which country, will receive your loan money. Kiva gives you the opportunity to recycle one donation every time your loan gets repaid.

Before you go, research some in-country NGOs to check their work against criteria for good nonprofit management, then send a donation in advance of your trip.

Seek out some groups that produce low-cost, but life-changing tools for living, and give to them. Wheelchairs. Water filters. Solar chargers. Light sources. Heat sources. Cooking sources.  

 


Monday, August 8, 2016

Antigua, Guatemala: The Apron


An apron from Guatemala. Credit: Ixchel Textiles

Before I left Antigua, I shopped for gifts. For Kate, I found a second-hand apron. The apron had a deep pocket on one side, where I imagined Kate would place the tissue she always has on hand. I believed Kate would like to touch the beauty in the worn and mended places of the apron, perhaps feeling a connection to the woman who wore the apron when it was new.

When I brought the apron home to my airbnb home, my hostess told me about the importance of aprons to traditional Guatemalan girls and women. Aprons represented growing up and responsibility. The number of pockets in an apron signified the level of responsibility a woman had to her family.

From the autobiography, I, Rigoberta Menchu, an Indian Woman in Guatemala:
.... my mother told me she is only respected if she's wearing her full costume. If she forgets her shawl, her community starts losing respect for her and a woman needs their respect. 'Never forget to wear your apron, my child,' my mother used to say. 

Our tenth year actually marks the stage when we enter womanhood. It's when parents buy their daughters everything they need: two aprons, two cortes, two perrajes .... My mother used to scold us when we ran off without our aprons: 'You must dress as you're always going to dress. You mustn't change the way you dress because you're the same person and you're not going to change from now on.'  .... Our aprons are .. something very important: women use them all the time, in the market, in the street, in all her work. It's something sacred for a woman and she must always have it with her.

Rigoberta Menchú is a Guatemalan Mayan woman who won a Nobel Peace Prize in 1992 for her human rights work on behalf of Mayans. 

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Antigua, Guatemala: Three Walks and a Saint


A sampling of walks in Antigua.

One Sunday evening:

A Sunday evening walk in Antigua Guatemala. April 2016.


A Sunday evening walk in Antigua Guatemala. April 2016.

A Sunday evening walk in Antigua Guatemala. April 2016.



A Sunday evening walk in Antigua Guatemala. April 2016.

A Sunday evening walk in Antigua Guatemala. April 2016.



A Sunday evening walk in Antigua Guatemala. April 2016.


A Tuesday morning:

A Tuesday morning walk, Antigua Guatemala. April 2016.

A Tuesday morning walk, Antigua Guatemala. April 2016.

A Wednesday morning:

A Wednesday morning walk, Antigua Guatemala. April 2016.

A Wednesday morning walk, Antigua Guatemala. April 2016.

A Wednesday morning walk, Antigua Guatemala. April 2016.

A Wednesday morning walk, Antigua Guatemala. April 2016.

A Wednesday morning walk, Antigua Guatemala. April 2016.

I've got these three photos of the one statue of Hermano Pedro de San Jose because his story attracted me so much.

He's an example of the power just one person has to change a community. In Hermano Pedro's case, it's also remarkable that the charitable work he began in the mid-1600s continues today. It's worth noting, too, that Hermano Pedro persevered in his personal mission despite his failure to achieve his goal of becoming a priest because he "couldn't master the materials."

Below is a cheering video that shows some of the legacy of Hermano Pedro in Antigua:





Note: There appear to be two different hospitals that use Hermano Pedro's name. One is in the Tanque la Union square, managed by the Sisters of Charity. It is the Hospital of San Pedro. This appears to be the legacy of Hermano Pedro.  The other is a private hospital called the Hermano Pedro Private Hospital, which has attracted cautionary reviews like this one, and which appears to simply capitalize on Hermano Pedro's name.



Saturday, August 6, 2016

Antigua, Guatemala: Volcano Family


Volcano presence, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.


I wonder how the omnipresent threat of volcanic eruptions and earthquakes shapes the Guatemalan worldview today, and how it shaped the Mayan mental model pre-Spanish era. Is there a dismal, fatalistic view? Life's a bitch and then it has puppies, and then you die! Or a fatalistic, but enjoy-the-moment outlook: Carpe diem! Or something that's somewhere in between. Like, pray to God but keep rowing the boat to shore. Or: Shit happens.


Volcano presence, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.




In Antigua, there's no escaping the archaeological emoji of memento mori: remember you must die.
They are the crumbling stone carcasses left by massive shudderings from subterranean Earth giants. Maybe the fallen structures are the flip side of sand paintings that the artists swipe away after having spent many hours of painstaking placement of color and shape. Some to illustrate the impermanence of life. Some to dissipate toxic spirits after a healing.


Volcano presence, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.



Raise your eyes just a bit and, always hovering, are those volatile family members who appear placid now, but you know it's just a matter of time before they'll blow out their molten rage or poisonous gray ash. Will it be today? Tomorrow? A year? A generation?


Volcano presence, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.


A passage from Joan Didion's Year of Magical Thinking sticks with me:
"... many people I knew .. believed absolutely in their own management skills. They believed absolutely in the power of the telephone numbers they had at their fingertips, the right doctor, the major donor, the person who could facilitate a favor at State or Justice. The management skills of these people were in fact prodigious. The power of their telephone numbers was in fact unmatched. I had myself for most of my life shared the same core belief in my ability to control events. If my mother was suddenly hospitalized in Tunis I could arrange for the American consul to bring her English-language newspapers and get her onto an Air France flight to meet my brother in Paris. ...Yet ... Some events would just happen. This was one of those events. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends."


Volcano presence, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.



When I drive by a nasty car crash, I think, "Remember, remember. Pay attention to your now. These people did not get up this morning thinking they'd be killed or maimed in a car crash."


Volcano presence, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.


In Aldous Huxley's book, The Island, there is the black, orange-beaked mynah that flies about the island, announcing: "Attention" and "Here and now, boys. Here and now, boys."

"That's what you always forget, isn't it? I mean, you forget to pay attention to what's happening And that's the same as not being here and now," said the little girl, Mary Sarojini MacPhail.


Volcano presence, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.



Antigua's volcanoes. Memento mori. Pay attention. Here and now, boys!


Volcano presence, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.



Friday, August 5, 2016

Antigua, Guatemala: Spanish Language Schools

 
My Spanish school courtyard classroom. Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.


There are dozens of Spanish language schools in and around Antigua.

Here are my thoughts on choosing a school, deciding on a schedule, and other considerations related to a language school.



School selection

In my not-so-humble-opinion, just about any of them will be good enough for most visitors to Antigua.

Yes, do check online reviews to weed out schools with a pattern of concerns noted by previous students.

Don't put too much weight on the number of AMAZING!!! reviews a school has from past students. There are just too many variables that contribute to such reviews, such as: 
  • Rating inflation, where people believe that anything less than FIVE STARS!!! is a fail
  • The desire to appreciate a teacher who was nice, notwithstanding other merits or demerits of the experience
  • Lack of comparison with other language-learning experiences 

If you're going to be in Antigua for longer than a month, then I recommend that you:
  1. Before arrival, weed some schools out, based on internet research; 
  2. After arrival, visit five or so schools so you can eyeball the environment yourself, get a vibe from the school administrators, and ask questions that are important to you; and
  3. Select a school, pay for one week, and then see if it's the school you want to stick with. If not, then move on to the next school on a short list you developed after your visits. After a week in the first school, you'll also have better questions in case you want to re-visit some others before making another decision. 

If you're going to be in Antigua less than a month: 
  1. Before arrival, weed some schools out, based on internet research;
  2. Before arrival, contact the school that seems to best fit your needs, and reserve a space for your first week (but do NOT send payment in advance); and
  3. After arrival, give the first week at the selected school a try.  If you know after the first or second lesson, it ain't gonna work for you, then hit the streets to find a different school you can start the second week. 
  4. Before paying for another week (or more) at a second school, book a sample lesson so you can make a more informed decision.

If you're going to be in Antigua only a week or two:
  1. Before arrival, weed some schools out, based on internet research;
  2. Before arrival, contact the school that seems to best fit your needs, and reserve a space for your first week (but do NOT send payment in advance); and
  3. After arrival, give the selected school a try.  If it's "good enough," then I invite you to just go with that. You're only in Antigua for a week or two. You want to have fun, and the time in school is just one part of your being in Antigua. Why invest more time and brain energy in hunting down an AMAZING school when what you've got is good enough? Instead, invest that time and energy in asking the teacher or the administrator for what you need to make your learning experience better for you. 
  4. If your first choice is unsatisfying and not fixable, then find a different school. Or consider changing your agenda and tossing out Spanish lessons altogether. Or reducing the number of class hours from what you'd originally planned.


Antigua, Guatemala - View from my school's rooftop terrace. April 2016.



Teacher selection

Actually, a school will assign you a teacher.

In my case, I appreciated my teacher's directness and we had quite a few provocative conversations that challenged both of us. When there was a time when I preferred that she share information with me in a different way, she accommodated me.

However, if I were generally satisfied with the school but not with the teacher, I'd not hesitate to ask for a different teacher. If, for some reason, that wasn't realistic, or if the school refused, then I'd simply go find a different school.



Schedule selection

For my month's stay in Antigua, I chose four hours in the morning, Monday through Friday.

If I were to do it again, I'd choose two hours in the morning, Monday through Thursday.

In theory, four hours a day of 1:1 language instruction should result in significant progress in language learning. But this theory assumes the student is vigilant about daily lesson reviews outside the classroom and is aggressive about tracking and entrapping native Spanish speakers in Spanish conversation. That student wasn't me.

Another factor in learning a language is accountability. When we're in a regular school or university, there are exams and grades and certificates awarded based on the achievement of certain levels of proficiency. In a language-school environment in which the student is the custodian of attendance, study, and progress, there is no motivating carrot such as a good grade or a certificate of proficiency.

So, for me, two hours of language instruction per day would be perfect, because every hour of instruction on top of that would provide only incremental progress.


Antigua, Guatemala - View from my school's rooftop terrace. April 2016.



Location

There are pros and cons to attending a school close to your accommodations.

My school was about a mile from my lodgings. There were a number of schools that I passed en route, one or two of them only a couple of blocks away from the airbnb.

I walked to and from school every day, although I could have taken a tuk-tuk.

The negatives to choosing a school so far from home:
  1. A 40-minute round trip walking commute every day. Even though this is wonderful exercise, there are opportunity costs in lost recreation, study, or work time.
  2. Daily negotiation through roads filled with school kids in the mornings and at noon. This isn't that big a deal by itself, but it does add to one's daily receipt of sensory stimulation, and this has a cumulative effect. 
  3. An earlier morning rise than you might want some days. 

The positives to choosing a school so far from home: 
  1. The 40-minute round trip walking commute was terrific exercise!
  2. Getting up early in the morning to walk to school - the schoolkid rush in the mornings is much less than at noon - and it was a pleasure to meander through parks when there were hardly any people about. 
  3. By walking every day, often varying my route, I encountered visual and audio sweets that I might not have otherwise.
  4. It was very convenient for me to do my food shopping after class, as the city market and the supermarket were fairly close to my school and only the slightest bit out of my way back home. There were no such markets close to my airbnb home, only the mini-markets with very limited inventories. 

Extras

Some schools add to their lure by offering "free" presentations or tours or cultural experiences. Eh. For me, these are kind of like "free" breakfasts at many chain hotels. For one, there ain't nothing for free - if it's a good spread, then the cost is just embedded in the price of your room. And some of the "free" breakfasts are very, very sad.

When it comes to the schools, it seems that some of the experiences are available to the public, free, and the school is just piggy-backing on these events. There's nothing intrinsically wrong with this, especially if the school has only a few students the same time you're there. My message to you is: Don't get too googly-eyed by the extras in your decision-making.

Homestays

Some schools will arrange for homestays. Depending on what kinds of experience you're looking for, I suggest considering the homestays that your proposed school offers, what other homestay opportunities you can find on your own (which could be much less expensive), considering an airbnb option, or renting an apartment if you'll be in Antigua for awhile.

Going with a school-arranged homestay could be great for you. On the other hand, you may find you like your homestay family but not the school. Or the reverse. How comfortable will you be about making a change to one and not the other?


Bottom line

At the end of the day, your learning experience will be largely what you make of it.

To maximize your satisfaction, I suggest you: 
  1. Define the over-arching goals for your entire trip to Antigua, not just for the language-learning portion;
  2. Do some research on realistic expectations for language learning with the time constraints you have; and
  3. Make an honest appraisal of the kind of student you are (not a projection of what kind of student you tell yourself you will be), including a realistic assessment of how much time and energy you will devote to language study and practice outside the classroom. 

Then hunt for a school experience that best matches up with the above.  Be clear about your desired outcomes when you talk to the schools.


Thursday, August 4, 2016

Antigua, Guatemala: Repairs, Renovations, Ruination


In progress ...

Roof repair. Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.

Roof repair above.

A grand renovation below.


Renovation. Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.

Renovation. Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.

Renovation. Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.

Renovation. Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.



Shaken ruins await their turn.

Ruination. Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.