The road to Coban. We aren't there yet. Pigs. I'd ask Carlos if the pigs were going to market. He would say that they are going somewhere else to live. I think they must move their animals to where there is grass.

Cows. Not going to market. But somewhere else to live. Is this like when I ask if it's going to rain and the answer is no - right before a downpour.

Antonio sleeping in the front seat with sonic. Sonic went everywhere with us.

There a better closeup of Sonic.

A soccer game at a school. Children on the playground. The girls were in dresses.

Homes. And of course, this is what we could see by the road driving.

I think everyone hung their clothes on fences to dry.

A church.

A soccer game. We saw lots and lots of futbol being played on school grounds. I wondered if the children were constantly on recess. We passed on school and they were having lunch. Carlos explained to us that it was milk and rice mixed together. Later that day, Antonio said, so if I lived here I wouldn't get to decide what I ate. I said, that's right. A home.

We will be getting ferried across the river. There wasn't a bridge. This was close to the place that if you wanted to go to Mexico you turn right which is the way that the Guatemalans come into the United States.

The further we got away from the cities the more native Guatemalans were. This was my favorite part of the trip. Seeing women carrying things on their head and everyone wore long skirts.

A store. On our way from Tikel - Flores, Guatemala - to Antonio's birth village country (near Coban). I would say that it is hilly and curvy and mountainaous but I would be describing all of Guatemala.

That building on the far left is a home. We saw lots of that on our walks and horseride. It only felt right to take pictures from a moving car.

A Guatemalan house. Though this is much bigger and nicer than most. One of our hotels. We traveled between two worlds constantly. We would see poverty during the day and then come home to a nice home with a swimming pool.

We saw lots of military presence. The person in the pickup in front of us is holding a gun.

A tuk tuk. In Antiqua we rode tuk's tuk's a few times.

This house is more like the Guatemalan houses we saw during the day.

A kitchen of a restaraunt that we ate at. They thought it was kindof funny that I wanted to take a photo. But of course, this isn't how our restaraunt kitchens look.

We are seated on a veranda at the restaraunt. It was very nice to stop here after our trip to Tikel.

This home is very typical of Guatemala. The roof is made from whatever tin one can find. The side of the house whatever wood one can find. The kids saw a village of houses that were even less habitable on our horse ride. That was an awakening.

This is a typical store. Antonio got very good at asking what the price of things were and what he wanted. We bought many a carton of noodle soup - that you only have to add water to - for him while in Guatemala.

They are lovely. Carlos showing us how to go down steps without falling. Side to side. One after another.

Crystel resting under a famous tree. I forget the name. There were birds in it.

Walking in Tikel.