Don't Cry for Me Guatemala

    I want to share one last time about Guatemala before I move on.  There was a book years ago about ugly Americans, arrogant travelers who expect everyone worldwide to speak English and act like us.  I don't wish to be an ugly American, but I did notice a certain amount of injustice in Guatemala--the young men wore swimming trunks and the old men wore Speedos (and excessive body hair).  As both a related note and a mixed blessing, the middle aged women are not too youth and body conscious to be ashamed to wear bikinis after they have lost their figures or, as in my case, gained even more figure.  As I stated on Facebook, Guatemala was my first third world country and I should probably have eased into it by visiting the second world first.  So, with apologies to Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber:

                                    Don't cry for me Guatemala
                                    the truth is I never knew you
                                    All through my days there
                                    my safe existence
                                    kept me above you
                                    I kept my distance