The first three days of the following week I spent a lot of time at the gym. As I’d signed up for a month’s membership, I was entitled to an assessment and finally found out how much weight I’d gained during my more than five months of travelling. It wasn’t too bad and according to the trainer both my weight and body fat percentage are OK for a woman of my age. Well, great, thank you very much. He gave me a programme with 17 exercises spread out over two days and on top of that I should do 30 mins of cardio daily. As a treat I went for a massage that Wednesday, this time at a recommended place, and I have to say it was the best I’d ever had in my whole life. Due to having worked out for three days in a row, I could hardly move a limp the next day and on top of that I had a headache and a sore throat. El Fuego wasn’t feeling well either and had a big eruption that day.
On Friday I spent another three hours at my friend’s hostel, and after supper I went for a walk with my two housemates.
That Saturday I wanted to post my postcards and set off towards the post office to find this note:
I knew about the transition and that Guatemala had been without a postal service for almost two years now, but nevertheless I thought I could buy stamps. I mean, after all they are still selling postcards to stupid tourists. ? In the afternoon I met up with a friend at another rooftop café and then we went to a jade shop, where I found out that I’m a warrior according to the Mayan calender.
Other than that I had a quiet weekend, trying to get rid of my cold. Unfortunately that didn’t work out and I stayed put the following Monday. The next day I went back to my routine of classes in the school garden in the morning and homework at a café in the afternoon. On Wednesday I only had Spanish lessons until 10 am, as my teacher had to renew her passport. So I used the time to finally investigate where I could take marimba classes. After running around Antigua for hours, I finally found a place where a very young looking guy teaches marimba. The monthly fee for two hours tuition per week is 30 Quetzales (around 3,33 € or not quite £3)! I started lessons the same day in the afternoon and expected a group of teenagers but I was the only pupil. After some (not) fun scales playing he started teaching me the very well known “Rey Quiché”. As they don’t have sheet music, I had to memorise it, which I thought I couldn’t do because I never managed to play anything off by heart ever in my life. Turned out I can do it after all if I don’t have a choice.