Ah! Travel!

There are only os many things that can be done to entertain oneself while sitting on a public bench for 5 hours in a room with no vendors, no television, and no restroom. The word trapped comes to mind, as, if I were to step outside to breathe a bit of the Guatemalan evening air, I would not be able to re-enter, and the likelihood of becoming separated from Shannon increases greatly.
So here I sit. Every person who holds a sign and has even the slightest patience with my severly mangled Spanish is aware of the fact that I will be here until 9:00 p.m. esperar a mi amiga, and that it does no good to hit me up for anything before that. There has been a bit of excitement to break up the monotony. A group of Mexican musicians came into town for a festival and there were several dozen screaming girls outside. That excitement, however, will not compare to the ruckus that might be caused if my bladder fails me in the remaining hour and a half of my sojourn. Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining (Shannon would never let me after her 6 hour long tryst in the JFK baggage claim area waiting for me last year), I just find it amusing and felt the need to document as much (and it is a good way to pass a bit of time as I am precariously close to running out of reading materials). It seems that we could head into Antigua tonight, and as most acquaintences have convinced me that there is nothing of consequence to experience in Guatemala City, I am thinking I'll advise my friend to splurge, and we will spend the $10. I will write more later about my initial impressions of Guatemala (and will definately recount the travel blunders which are likely to ensue) but for now I am going exploring in this cavernous lobby, in search of new and exciting ways to entertain myself. (Caveat: I found a bathroom in that exploration! Woo hoo! My bladder was saved).