I know exactly zero about sports, football in particular. I’ve been told that there’s some kind of big important game happening in Atlanta today, between a team my brother (and most of my state) adores and a team whose name I cannot and will not remember.
This is not why I am in Atlanta.
The Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport is but a stepping stone to my final destination: Antigua, Guatemala.
Antigua is a city in Guatemala, as previously stated. Antigua is bordered by three volcanos, El Volcán de Fuego (fire, for those of you who made the poor life choice of taking French in high school instead of Spanish), El Volcán de Agua (water), and Acatenango (this doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a name).
I will give you all one (1) guess as to which of these three volcanos, Fuego, Agua, or Acatenango, is active.
(Spoiler alert: it’s the one called Fire.)
I will be in Antigua for just under three months, teaching at a school in the municipality of Alotenango. Alotenango is at the base of El Volcán de Fuego. I am extremely excited about the opportunity to see and, dare I dream, to taste lava.
This blog is a little retroactive, since I’ve already had a few adventures. So I’ll sprinkle some random China or Chile or India stories in every once in a while to keep y’all on your toes.
My flight to Guatemala City boards in a few, and I’ve also run out of things to say about this place that I haven’t even gotten to yet. So I guess I have a blog now. Enjoy?
Talk to you later,