Did you know that antigua means ancient in Spanish? We didn’t until very recently, but I can’t think of a better name for this gorgeous city. I’m so happy that we enjoyed it because it wasn’t a favorite of ours the last time we visited four years ago, and Guatemala has otherwise been a bit of a disappointment.
↑ This is where the locals come to wash their clothes in the morning ↑
We just couldn’t seem to get around to leaving. Each morning we’d wake, grab a coffee from one of the many cute little cafes and then go and sit in the park in the centre of town, watching the town wake up. [That sounds a lot more romantic than it actually was. In reality Guy woke at 6am, bounded out of bed, had some breakfast and read his book until around 8am when I woke up, stumbled out of bed and grumpily demanded we go and get coffee. I’m really not a morning person.]
The park was often filled with white pigeons! I got so excited the first time I saw them I nearly spilled my coffee pointing them out to Guy, who was not nearly so impressed as me. He tells we have white and brown ones in New Zealand too but I’ve never seen one. I started feeding this little chubster some peanuts and he turned out to be a fully fledged psychopath – attacking anything that came near him. It was quite funny to watch in a cruel sort of way.
We spent our days drinking coffee, reading, climbing mountains, walking the streets, people watching and getting lost in the market.
On our last day we finally got around to visiting the cathedral which was actually a highlight. It was absolutely gorgeous and we even got to explore the spooky catacombs.
I also had lots of snuggles with the resident hostel cat (he actually wasn’t the hostels cat but he mysteriously appeared every time someone was eating). He doesn’t look that thrilled but I swear he was purring and not trying to jump down ha.