The next morning we got up bright and early ready to get our day started. We knew we had to find a local market so that we could get some local grub for the local price. On the way to the market we noticed a Burger King across the street that made us both crave American fast food burgers, but we fought the craving and continued our trek.
The market was quite the maze as most Central American markets are, filled with all different kinds of new street foods that we were eager to try. We were craving breakfast though, so we continued on until we finally stumbled upon a comedor with breakfast for just 15Q ($1.50). This was my favorite breakfast I had ever had in Central America. It included two eggs, refried beans, plantains, tortilla and the yummiest warm ranchero sauce ever. I also got to try the local jalepeno green hot sauce for the first time, which quickly became our favorite hot sauce in Central America. I ordered coffee as well which perfectly completed this wonderful ideal breakfast.
JB and I were very happy and excited that we were now in an area where spicy food was common and abundant. After traveling through three countries in 18 hours, it was very interesting for us to reflect on how the food got spicier the closer we go to Mexico and the closer we got to the United States, the more it felt like we were back in the United States. It was so strikingly apparent that it caught us both off guard and rather than feeling unsafe in Guatemala City, we felt a sense of comfort (possibly false comfort) because it looked more like home.
After breakfast we knew that it was time for us to continue the journey and chase the dream. As much as we loved Antigua, this wasn’t the place for us. We craved and needed to understand the true local Guatemalan culture, so we grabbed our bags and headed to the bus station.
As we approached the bus station, all of the sudden, groups of men approached us asking where we were going. We told them that we needed to go to Panajachel and, of course, every single one of them said that we should ride with them. We honestly didn’t really know what to do, so we just jumped onto one of the crowded chicken busses in hopes that we would eventually arrive in Panajachel. We had no idea if it was the right bus or not, but once again we were taking the risk and putting our trust into local strangers to help us get there in one piece.