So after a 35 mile "detour" to pee, we finally got back on the right road and rolled into San Andreas Itzapa.
Maybe i was projecting my own estaticism (is that a word?), but the people seemed noticably happier past the "welcome to" sign. The previous town, Chimaltenango, was fascinating, but gross. Most of the people looked overworked and stoic. Cars dominated everything, though the donkey made a pretty courageous showing.
But not here with me in happy sunshine land, no, here everyone was smiling, children were playing and everyone looked in good health (except for the packs of starving ownerless dogs that sulk around everywhere) and there were much fewer cars. San Andreas is exactly the place i would want to be in a foreign country- everyone is incredibly helpful, friendly and polite. People just say hi, just because. How many places in the US does everyone say hi to strangers, especially foreigners? Hmmmm.
A "liquidora" and, the other, i´m not sure, but i think it takes the kernels off corn