We arrive to hold down the patio for three days.

This morning, the cleaning ladies were sweeping up the detritus from the cascarones and  firecrackers.  Before we got up, Ev predicted the entire town would be somber and hungover.  Not so!

Our hotel kitchen was humming with laughter and giggling from this bunch:

Frying heaps of empanadas.  A fiesta? Si! Un dia especial? Si!  Que dia es?  Miercoles! um, OK!  Good enough reason as any to cook up enormous mounds of empanadas.  She shared three with me for the car trip.  We ate the middles and threw the ends out to deserving street dogs.  By the way, we've determined there are two types of dogs in Guate:  ones that have been hit by a car and ones that have yet to be hit by a car.  Sad sitch here for the canines.

We were on one highway today.  From the map I determined it would take us about 1.5 hours to get to our destination.  This is a smattering of what the road looked like at various points along the way.
It started out good:

 Then there was this beauty:

And it deteriorated to this for quite a few miles.

Mr Toad's wild ride.  All marked the same (a double red line) on the map.  A good time was had by all.