Not only is this colorful, colonial Guatemalan city a UNESCO World Heritage Site, it’s an amazing place to try traditional Mayan cuisine. On my trip, I was fortunate to wander into a small ceviceria and meet an incredible, generous chef/owner who allowed me into her kitchen and shared family recipes passed down through generations. The warmth and hospitality of this small city is unparalleled.
Where I Stayed:
El Hostal: 1ra. Avenida Sur No. 8 Antigua
An excerpt from my essay, “Girl and the Volcano“:
We arrive at a steamy, lunar plateau; below us is an ocean of clouds. I open my mouth and gulp in the thin air. Our guide pops a marshmallow onto a stick and holds it over a fissure. The white candy bubbles brown and expands as it rotates. Satisfactorily gooey, he peels it off and passes the stick to the next hiker. I’m drenched in sweat and I think the soles of my sneakers are melting, but I feel energized – even triumphant. With every step I’ve pushed out my fever and I own this moment, basking euphoric in the red light of sunset, watching long shadows envelop Pacaya’s dark rim.