We’re starting to feel like locals.  ‘Bout time!

It’s mainly because we can now focus on what we are doing rather than rubbernecking and having to scope out handy banyos.  Tubes are currently good and holding.  Focus is good.  The  town ‘feels’  familiar.  Our Spanish is ‘picking up’ and we know where to shop.

This afternoon we rolled slowly into town on the cobblestone roads bobble-heading our way to the best French bakery.  Grabbed a banana loaf and a few baguettes and jiggled and bobbled a few more blocks west to the supermercado and the ‘real’ mercado.

Relief is a good parking spot and we found one.   Found a perfect spot, actually, and deftly paralleled into it despite huge traffic to the immense relief of the street cop who saluted with a broad smile and a respectful wave.

Does it get any better than that?

'Our' Land Rover

Sal went to her favourite Mayan ladies and bought so many vegetables that I was forced to carry the bag on my shoulder.  About twenty pounds.  $7.00.  I went to see if I could find Raoul my steak-cutter and did.  ” Hola, Gringo!”  Came away with three robust T-bones for $9.00.

Antigua Mercado

B&K come back from Lago Atitlan tonight.  We’ll feed ’em good.

Car was parked right by a tiny ice cream place.

Sal bought me a pinacolada cone

but, as I was waiting, I kept watching a little Mayan boy watching me.  He was about 5.  I suggested to Sal that she buy an extra one and, as we were leaving, she handed it to him (mom’s permission obtained, of course).  The grin was thanks enough.

Bobbled off slowly north looking cool.