At Santiago de Atitlan , the streets are narrow and people’s residences are at the back. Squashes and flowers and dogs abound on the narrow passages to the back and the houses are very modest. As we walk the streets, I see young children playing football so I have to ask them who their hero is. They mention someone from Honduras. We had been told that in Honduras, football was not a sport, but a religion.
Walking down the cobble-stoned streets we see more shops and lovely hats for the grand-kiddos. They look liked the bowler hats that Bolivian women wear. More hurried bargaining and purchases later, we sit in the boat to go back. Half-way through Lake Atitlan, the boat stops. Oh No! The driver is joking about lack of petrol, what!! He is able to start the boat and we reach our old hotel in one piece. Too much drama for me….
Simba is loquacious as he drives us closer to Antigua, he talks about Chimaltenango, Quetzaltenango ( we did not go that far west) and as we reach Cocotenango we have to ask about the meaning of the ‘tenango’ piece that was added to all these places ( Chichicastenango as well) ” Ahaa! ” says Simba,” Tenango just means ‘the place of” in Mayan.” Of course! Think of ‘nagar’, or ‘pettai’ or ‘halli’ in India and ‘ville’ say in the USA. Makes sense.
So then of course we learn that the ‘Chimal’ refers to trees so it’s the place with trees and Quetzaltenango is the place with quetzales, the beautiful bird of Guate that is getting endangered due to excessive hunting and then my favorite, Chichicastenango:
supposed to be the place of stinging nettles. Don’t believe the last one, my sweet sweet Chichi did not have anything unpleasant for me! Well then I started thinking about names in general. Greenland is hardly green, a desolate patch of loneliness and ice for miles and Iceland is a gorgeous place with geysers and beautiful scenery even if it is cold. And then we have a place in Chicago called Downer’s Grove, seriously??
While Simba is chattering we get back on the Pan-American highway but the road keeps winding and I close my eyes and listen. How much more of this? I have a dread of big white lights in buses, cold chocolate milk, because as a child, feeling motion-sickness was always linked with those two things. So as I felt woozy, I had to think about them and feel worse. Soon we are on less tortuous terrain and stop at Chirijuyu near Chimaltenango, for lunch. And what do I eat there? More thick tortillas made fresh, an excellent bean soup and yes, chocolate milk! My stomach feels like cement ( those tortillas are small but thick) as we get closer to Antigua.
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