Under Siege!
Antigua
Our second morning in Santa Ana, Guatemala, I woke up to a few texts from home. The one from Rebecca read “I hope you’re keeping safe in Guatemala! I just saw an update to the Canadian travel advisory’ my mind struck in alarm, this can’t be good. I read the provided link: “Guatemala is under siege. Seven guards were killed. There has been a high level of gang activity. For this reason, Guatemala government can search anyone without a warrant.” Next link I Read Canada’s Trip Advisory to Guatemala. Its warnings were many. “While traveling in Guatemala be careful of kidnappings, kidnappers bring you to an ATM daily for maximum withdrawals. Beware of muggings, theft (my headphones had been stolen within an hour of arriving in Guatemala), only take marked taxis. Some Guatemalans disguise themselves as police officers. Putting my phone down, I laid in bed, paralyzed. I could hear ‘pow, pow’ sounds off in the distance. What was that? It sounded like fire crackers but was it gun shots? My anxiety did what anxiety does it created fear, worry and stories.
I cuddled into sleeping jay and woke him up. We laid in bed talking it out. We wondered, if that’s why there was such a heavy police presence in the centre square the day before. My thoughts went to my mother. I hoped that, this news hadn’t gotten to her, as she would worry, as mothers do.
We rolled out of bed feeling unsure but decided to live our day as we normally would and go from there. So we did yoga in our cute little meditation room, ate breakfast and said our gratitudes for the cute little tiny home we’d rented from AirBandB. It had a beautiful garden, was enclosed in a fence with barb wire and cameras. The big windows overlooked El Fuego the active mountain off in the distance. Once about every 15 minutes it burped a puff of black smoke. Many travellers come to Antigua to hike the mountain and observe the lava burps during sunrise.
Ready to face the world, we locked our tiny home and walked through Santa Anna towards Antigua.
We were aware of our surrounding, looking for stress on people’s faces. We were greeted with a “buenes dias” with every passing local. The sun was warming up the day and a blue sky shone above. Through an open door, we glimpsed Guatemalan women making hand made mais tortillas, another door opens to a man sitting at a sewing machine mending clothes. Tiendas on every corner selling the same thing; water, chips, coke and sugary drinks. Families of 3/4 drove by on motorcycles, no helmets. Some of them smiling our way in curiosity. Looks like business was open as usually. This didn’t look like a country worried about being under siege. All the scenarios I had played in my head only lived in my imagination.
We walked the cobble stone streets, and marvelled at the colourfully painted buildings, Yellow, blue, reds oranges all the colours of the rainbow. Big doors, small doors opened to beautiful courtyards of flowers, fountains, restaurants, hotels and homes. I coined it (probably not the first) the city of secret doors. Soon my anxiety ebbed and my frown softened. Antigua felt safe. I breathed easier and decided to yes have my wits about me, but enjoy the beautiful landscape.
It’s that lesson that comes up into my life once in a while. What I see on the news is only a fraction of what is going on. Yes, Guatemala is under siege, but within that there is still lots of good.
My vision was to end this entry with a photo dump of the streets and doors but my wifi is so slow that I cannot! One more thing that traveling brings gratitude for faster wifi :)
