Friday, June 7th 2019
It was a sad last few days. Donovan and Jorge left last night after dinner and it has set in for the group that we are coming to an end. We ate a total of three times at the crepe place down the street from the hostel. The food is AMAZING and its not too expensive either. I could eat there 100 times and order something different every time.
Thursday, while we were exploring Antigua, Frances suggested that we go to this overlook she had remembered from when she had visited before. I’m glad we went! It was a beautiful view of the entire city with a massive volcano right in the backdrop. The other half of the group ended up doing it the next morning. The city is pretty touristy, but we enjoyed it. It was a nice break from Xela. I love all the bright colored buildings and the cool shops.
Friday we went to a chocolate making class in the morning. We went to the chocolate museum and had a class with Orland. He was the absolute BEST! He made the class so much fun and taught us all the must knows about chocolate. We made three different types of drinks and then made our own chocolate bars. The first drink was water, cacao, honey, and Chile. It was my personal favorite. Next we had a drink with milk, cacao, sugar, and cardamom. It was like a hot chai chocolate milk! And lastly, we had a tea brewed with the cacao shells. I liked it a lot too!
A complete look at the process of making Chocolate.
In the afternoon, everyone went to a Coffee farm except Frances and I because we had already been to one. We spent the afternoon wondering around the city and stopping anywhere that looked good. We watched a bit of the FIFA Women’s cup in an Irish Pub, had some snacks in a BBQ smokehouse, and tried the sample from Antigua’s Brewing Company. My favorite was the Fuego IPA. The Coffee stout tasted like a barista accidentally poured a Budweiser over some coffee grounds.
And of course, we didn’t leave Antigua before claiming our night out on the town. We had the entire gang (minus Donovan and Jorge) for the entire night, which was quite rare. We stayed up late in the room, telling stories and sharing our last memories together because the next morning people would start leaving for the airport at 4am. We said our goodbyes and hugged it out.
Guat's Up 