Humor|Travel
No Fixed Address
If you’re coming to my house, you’ll need these bizarre directions, or you’ll never find me, or anyone’s house for that matter. Ever.
I live in a small town in Guatemala called Panajachel. It’s a bustling and lovely little tourist town. It’s also quite chaotic and puzzling. I found out just how bizarre this place is my first year here, and now going on year 8, some things still baffle me.
Like getting or asking for directions to a place. Oy. What a fiasco that is. 🙄
I have to admit, I’m a little embarrassed that after almost 8 years I still don’t know some of the street names here, but in my defense, I don't think some of the locals do either.
And dammit, some of them are super hard to pronounce, not to mention that a few of them aren’t even in Spanish but in the local language, Kaqchiquel (and I’m sure I spelled that wrong!)
Now let’s also throw in the fact that there are actually very few houses that have numbers on them. Very few. So few, in fact, that you’re shocked when someone does have one. 😮
Houses don’t have numbers here, they have names but not all of them. Mostly just the ‘gringo rented’ houses have names.
