After somberly watching Steven disapear down the corridor to his gate, I left the airport and headed past all the airport taxi´s (charging more to get to the bus to Antigua than the entire trip to Antigua in an airport shuttle) and found a taxi on the street to take me to the bus terminal. As we drove, my taxi driver talked to me about his job and his life in the city. He said that he had never aspired to be a cab driver, but as his family grew, he found himself in need of a job that brought in more money. He told me that he would make sure that he got me to the bus stop safely so that I could learn Spanish and help people back in the states.
I made it back to Antigua and went to the school to meet my new family. My new family consisted of a couple, Mayra and Selvin and their two children, Priscilla, 12, and Gabriel, 5. I spent two weeks with them and throughly enjoyed them and the experience, alhtough my teacher was the highlight of my experience in Antigua. Twenty-six, stunningly beatiful, single, independent and forward thinking, she impressed me on every level. Not to mention that she was a very professional teacher as well as being very enjoyable to hang out with. I am hoping that we can stay in touch.
The second weekend of my stay was Easter weekend, or Semana Santa and that will take an entire post of its own.
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