I dropped my bags in the room and headed to the parque central via a buy-by-the-slice pizza cart. There was a wonderful marimba band performing and I enjoyed the music and crowd watching before heading "home".
This morning I bought a breakfast pastry and some dried bananas at a wonderful cafe a few doors down from my hotel, Casa Cristina (PHOTO 1); I enjoyed them on the roof of my hotel. I met briefly with the agency that is covering our ground transport and spent an hour with Olga from the school discussing activity options, homestays, and teaching ideologies. The school has a laundry on one side, an ice cream shop on the other, and an internet shop 2 doors down - very convenient (PHOTO 2). At the ice cream shop sat an adorable 85-year-old man named Benjamin; I bought him a cone and learned about his life in one of the most engaging and relaxing hours in all of my travels (PHOTO 3). He lives behind the ice cream shop so our paths will cross again.
I strolled the streets (PHOTO 4) and and enjoyed conversations with a jade salesman, Adolfo, and a talented painter named Gabriel who I plan to revisit with money in hand. I eventually settled on the steps of the La Merced church with a Maya woman named Laura and her granddaughter (PHOTO 5) - such friendly, warm people helping me with my Spanish! So far, no English for me.
I'll be moving my bags from the hotel to my homestay tomorrow morning before heading to the airport to meet the group. HAPPY TRAILS!!