The journey in was just that little bit more bearable this morning. Soon I won't even be noticing how bland the bananas are here.
On the other hand, I am feeling a sense of release at having put some distance between myself and V's Guatemalan cocoon of light-hearted, yet still profound paranoia.
No longer is every human shape on the road ahead a potential perp. Motorbikes are especially sinister for her - undoubted harbingers of approaching doom. She spotted one the other night and recoiled. "He has a little kid on his back," I pointed out. "It could be a dummy," she retorted. It was kind of inanimate.
A couple more videos. Not in fact a cruel form of public execution, but standard entertainment for evenings of great celebration such as New Year's Eve - the Torito (Little bull).
Followed by the Mariposa (Butterfly).