Riding out of town

Time for our border run into Guatemala. The hotel hooks us up with a ride to the border, handing us over to another driver who will make the 2 hour drive to Flores, Guatemale where we will be staying at the Casa Amelia. The cost for this was $100. I could have more than likely did the hole thing independently and saved $30 or 40 dollars but I just didn't give a damn. Tired and hot, I wanted to get to the bar at the next hotel as quickly and easily as possible.

The ride is long but Edgar our driver is helping me with Spanish as I help him with English. This at least makes it go somewhat more quickly. I just cannot seem to get into practicing my language skills on a consistent basis at home. I do it for a bit then let it fall off. I don't know if it is that I am lazy, lack discipline or find it too boring to do alone, or it could be all of the above. Edgar spent some time in NYC working in a restaurant. He let's me know with a laugh that he had no papers. We share the laugh as I say good for you. Make money and come home. We have a county that is built on the back of immigrants, yet me never want to seem to let the next group in. That is the last of my political pontificating unless I witness a revolution on this trip...