|Morning snack at PLQ|
|Rosario in her comedor|
The smell of freshly roasted café beckoned me daily in Xela and Antigua. With the purchases made at Casa de Fe on behalf of church members, I was able to bring that smell home with me. My clothes still carry that rich, mouthwatering aroma.
|Courtyard from my room|
Note washboard/sink and cooker
|Courtyard at Hotel Casa Antigua|
There were the smells of Reu - tropical and agricultural smells: The fresh, peaceful smells of afternoon rain storms. The smell of rich loam in wooded area or by recently turned soil. The sweet smells of honeysuckle and exotic flowering plants.
Guatemala indeed smelled. It smelled different and familiar. It smelled inviting and repulsive. It smelled savory and forbidden. It smelled and I miss it.