The feeling of returning to a place that I fell in love with years before was a little surreal. Antigua was the whole reason behind travelling through Guatemala, and as we drove down the cobblestone streets, through the colonial town the memories of why I loved it so much rushed back. The food, art, coffee, and culture, and after a few days of being there, I fell in love with it all over again.
I saw and experienced the town in all different ways, from getting my coffee at the same cafe every morning, to going to an after party once the bar closed at night. I dined in ‘the’ best restaurant in Guatemala, rode in tuktuks down the cobbled streets, sat in terrace bars that overlooked the town and talked for hours. I wandered the streets under the full moon, danced salsa, and drank dos cubitas at a bar that became my local. I explored a coffee plantation, re-visited the old convent, went to art galleries, and trekked up a hill and starred out over the town. I said goodbye to some much loved friends, made some new ones, and left Antigua feeling content in the fact that I had done everything that I wanted to, in the town that captured me years before and that I will always have a sweet spot for.