Hmm...

On Tuesday one of the directors of the fair-trade I'm working with took us to visit some of the cooperatives where the Mayans make the jam, cocoa and soy flour that Kristina and I are peddling to the hotels here in town. So far all these cooperatives are located in the coastal region of Guatemala, which means that they reside in a different country in terms of climate. Once you drop out of these mountains (which is quite a drop) the humidity sets in, and while it´s beautiful, with acres upon acres of coffee fields and hugely leaved palms and ferns, the humidity is stifling. One sits in the shade with the breeze even and just oozes sweat. Fairly uncomfortable.

We did cross into Mexico though. There´s a river that runs by Malacatan (sp?) and a border crossing. The bridge divides Guatemala's northern border with Mexico´s southern. So I literally walked my way into Mexico and back out again without having to show any papers. (I didn´t walk so far as to cross customs.) Hence, no Mexican stamp in the passport. :(

What else? Oh, we're getting dumped on again with rain. Just sort of happened. Shane´s post was hilarious. Really enjoyed it. Also can´t wait to return from land-of-the-always-raining to land-of-the-almost-flooding. I heard Iowa got wracked pretty bad with water, too.

We're leaving in a minute to return to the curry restaurant in town. I vote we take a kayak.