Steps from the central plaza, Hotel D’Leyenda (4 Avenida Norte, #1) has six rooms off a central courtyard. Colibri sells hand-woven textiles crafted on back strap looms in the homes of more than 500 Mayan women in 25 small villages. In 1984 Vey Smithers started her store to help various groups of indigenous women who became widowed during the armed conflict in Guatemala. ColibriĪlthough it’s tempting to haggle with the many vendors selling textiles on the streets, at Colibri, (4 Calle Oriente, #3B) you’ll get high quality products and your money goes to a good cause. Tartines Tartines (4 Calle Oriente, #1C), located at the heart of Antigua, has a charming terrace with spectacular views of the Ruins of the Cathedral, the Archbishop’s Palace and the Volcanoes. Try the sea bass meunière or adobo chicken. There are twelve exquisitely decorated rooms on two floors situated around a garden courtyard. The vaulted ceilings and antiqued patinas give it a 16th century ambience. You would never guess that this luxury boutique hotel and restaurant are just over two decades old (5 Avenida Sur, #19). If your clients have a desire to be there during Easter, they’ll have to make hotel reservations months in advance. It’s also the most important place in the world where folks come to witness the many processions and ceremonies between Lent and Easter. With the combination of pastel Spanish Colonial facades, a profusion of flowers indoors and out and the multi-coloured hand woven textiles worn and being sold by the local Mayan vendors, Antigua is colour on steroids. The streets and avenues, set out in a grid pattern (like New York) from the central square and 16th century Santiago Cathedral, unfold beneath three volcanoes. Depending on traffic from Aurora Airport in Guatemala City, the drive will take about an hour. The former capital of Guatemala and a designated UNESCO World Heritage Site, Antigua should be your first stop. Here’s my insider’s guide on where to pinch Quetzals or indulge in all three places. If your clients decide to visit Guatemala, the top three destinations are the beautiful colonial city of Antiqua, the Mayan ruins at Tikal and unforgettable Lake Atitlan. I never forgot the beauty of the lake, the fascinating Mayan people and their kaleidoscope of colourful costumes and customs. We rented a mud hut and hung out for about a month on Lake Atitlan. My professor’s son and I drove a station wagon from Toronto through Mexico and into Guatemala to join a dig. Not easy, it is painful and nothing is guaranteed, but it’s time to get up like a herd, a coalition of circus figures and relearn how to fight … Texto: María Teresa Garzón Martínez.: My recent trip to Guatemala was a “sentimental” journey as I was there as a hippy archaeology student in 1972. At what point do we begin to fight for our lives when we give life? And, of course, brave women appear who, drop by drop, carry water in their beaks. Ours is life, as simple as that, not survival: living above life. “We were not born to survive,” Audre Lorde, the black poet, told us in his ear. It burns because they have set it on fire in an attempt to end all possibility of life, of believing, of breathing, of playing, of pleasure. We do not know how we managed to get up again, open our wings once more, receiving the sun on the face and the moon in the belly. We lost a couple of feathers, a couple of loves and the other time some of us scraped a leg. Planning in the air is not our greatest quality. When we fly with a drop in our beaks we sometimes water and sometimes we crash. Only one drop I can carry in my beak, but I’m doing my thing.” To which the hummingbird declares: “It’s true. Then, the unbelieving deer says: “You can not put out the fire: your beak is too small and you cannot get enough water”. A deer stops and asks: “What are you doing? You go towards the flames.”Īnd the hummingbird replies: “Yes, there is a lake”. The animals run desperate to escape the flames, but a hummingbird flies in the opposite direction. It’s a story that we rewrite or, better said, plagiarize, like almost everything. The hummingbird is a birdie native to the Abya Yala, the name given by the indigenous Kuna to America, and is present in images, myths, legends and oral narratives of many peoples, from the Rio Grande to Ushuaia.Ĭomrade Subcomandante Marcos showed us a story about a hummingbird.
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