fuentes georginas
woke up at 615am to shower, left the house armed only with a luna bar, a few quetzales, my camera, and my phone. tram and i arrived at adrenalina tours in parque centrale a bit early, so we ran to mcdonalds for juice. tram ended up getting an egg mcmuffin breakfast which she describe as ¨comparable¨to those in the states. our little shuttle bus took us 45 minutes up a mountain past checkered plots of farmland and sulfurous patches of smoke coming from the mountainside. the hot springs are nestled in the side of a mountain surrounded by lush greenery and filled with steam from the baths. i had no interest in swimming with the masses or rubbing hot sulfurous clay on my face, so tram and i wandered the property taking pictures and soaking in the fog. after a while, the other girls came out of the pool, so we sat at the restaurant and spent the rest of our time chatting. ¨La bomba¨ came on over the loud speaker and we danced in our chairs. ¨Girls just wanna have fun¨ was next — it was a surreal experience.
back in xela, we grabbed mcpatatas from mcdonals to settle our stomachs (the ride down was nauseating) and then went home for lunch. our abuela made us a traditional egg wrapped fish, tortillas, and frijoles which we quickly inhaled and ran back to parque centrale for another outing that never happened. we got as far as taking a minibus from ave 14 to the minerva terminal but then turned back in fear that we wouldn´t have a bus home in the dark.
