We, about 12 people, are in a mícrobus (pronounced mee-cro-boos) now making our way to the biggest market in the Guatemalan highlands at Chichicastenango. Everyone calls it Chichi but I like to say the whole thing. Here are the syllables, it’s fun to say: Chi-chi-ca-ste-nan-go.
This is a lake view on the way out. Unless you are traveling to another lakeside village by boat, all roads lead upupup and then downdowndown. They call the villages pueblos and for those of us who had to study California’s history more than once, we have an image of what a pueblo is, and also the notion that they are from the distant past. Not so!