








¿Que piensa cuando escucha la palabra Salsa? Tal vez, tu estómago empiece a pedir comida con chips, o sus pies empiecen a moverse con un ritmo emocionado. Cualquier cosa que sea, muchas personas connectarán la palabra Salsa con Latinoamerica. Hoy en día, la música Salsa y la forma de bailar Salsa es muy popular en muchos lugares del mundo… Los Estados Unidos, Latinoamerica y Europa. Pero, ¿por qué la popularidad? ¿De dónde viene La Salsa, y ¿cómo ha crecido a algo tan especial?
Cuando alguien busque la palabra “Salsa” en el diccionario, podrá encontrar tres definiciones diferentes. Una se refiere a la música Salsa. La segunda, al baile Salsa, y la tercera a la comida que se llama Salsa, que es una mezcla de muchas cosas (tomates, cebollas, ajo, chile, etc.), tiene un sabor muy rico, y casi siempre es un poquito picante. Esta tercera definicion explica perfectamente que es la Salsa en las formas de música y baile.
Las raices de la Salsa son de Cuba, Puerto Rico y El Oeste de Africa. De Cuba, tenemos bailes y música que se llaman Son, Danzón, Mambo y Rueda. De Puerto Rico tenemos Bomba y Plena. La música y baile de Cuba y Puerto Rico es una mezcla de los esclavos de Africa y los otros que trabajaron en las fincas de azúcar. Cuando las personas de Cuba y Puerto Rico empezaron a mudarse a Los Estados Unidos, Nueva York se convirtió en el lugar de nacimiento de la Salsa. Fue algo donde las personas de Cuba y Puerto Rico trataron de mantener la tradicion de su vida anterior y al mismo tiempo adoptaron la cultura de Nueva York. Por eso, las formas tradicionales se combinaron con Jazz y otra música popular durante ese tiempo. De Los Estados Unidos, La Salsa regresó a los paises de Latinoamerica. Ahora, el estilo es muy popular y todavía está cambiando.
Primero, es importante entender como fueron las raices. La música y baile, se llaman Son, fue popular en las áreas urbanos de Cuba en el siglo XX. Este estilo de baile nació durante 1800. Empezó como un baile popular de los Africanos que trajababan en las fincas y vivían en los áreas rurales. Al principio, la música solo tenía percusión, la tocaban con un instrumento parecido a una guitarra. Esa es una raíz donde es importante poner atención en el ritmo, que tiene una melodía que no está conectada con la percusión. Este estilo viene del Oeste del Africa. Tambien fue el primer tipo de música que usó tambores con las manos.
El baile del Son empieza con un abrazo formal entre la mujer y el hombre. Durante todo el baile, la pareja mantiene una posición con la espalda muy recta. La pareja nunca baila al ritmo del Son. Todos los movimientos de los hombros, cuerpo y caderas son de lado a lado, con un sentimiento coqueto y sensual. Pueden verse muchos de esos elementos en el baile de Salsa que tenemos hoy.
El Danzón también es un tipo de baile que viene de Cuba. El principio de este tipo de balie fue alrededor de 1870. Era una combinación del campo y ciudad de Europa, con el baile de Cuba, cuando los Españoles llegaron a Cuba. La música tiene un ritmo muy dulce, suave y elegante con menos percusíon que la que tiene el Son.
El baile del Danzón empieza con una pareja en una postura muy recta, cara a cara, como una posición tradicional. El baile es un poco más lento, con un centro de gravedad más bajo. Tiene pasos intercalados de lento a rápido a rápido, lento a rápido a rápido. Muchos de los movimientos son un poco más sexuales que otros bailes. Algunas veces durante el baile, la pareja se separa y los dos caminan sobre el suelo, hablando con otras personas que están bailando. Después, ellos regresan con sus parejas y continúan bailando juntos. En el baile de la Salsa hoy en dia, puede verse que las veces que las parejas se separan y bailan separadas, vienen del Danzón.
También, tenemos el Mambo. El Mambo se desarrolló alredador de 1930 a 1940 en Cuba. Al empezar, fue una adición al Danzón, pero poco a poco cambió y tomó su propia forma. Este tipo de música tiene muchas de sus raices en los esclavos de Cuba también, con ritmos de los tambores del Oeste de Africa. La música es muy alegre y rápida, con un sonido vivo.
El baile tiene pasos complicados, con movimientos de las caderas muy fuertes y rápidos. El baile no tiene un ritmo muy exacto. Por eso, muchas personas dicen que este tipo de baile es mas emocional e impredecible que los otros. El baile tiene muchos movimientos que son improvisados y sofisticados. Las parejas se separan muchas veces para poder hacer los movimientos sin restricción de la otra persona. Esto también puede verse en la Salsa.
El ultimo baile que viene de Cuba, que es una raiz muy importante de la Salsa es un baile que se llama Rueda. El baile es muy similar a su nombre porque se baila haciendo un círculo, o rueda. Originalmente, este tipo de música y baile fue muy popular en los 50s en Cuba. Era un baile principalmente de los pobres quienes no podían participar en los grupos sociales porque no podían pagar. Luego, más personas con dinero adoptaron la música y el baile.
El baile es muy similar al baile de la Salsa. Los movimientos de los pies son iguales a los de la Salsa. La diferencia es que las parejas bailan en un circulo. Un lider dice el nombre de un movimiento, y las personas lo hacen. Las parejas hacen movimientos al mismo tiempo y muchas veces, las parejas cambian según el mandato del lider. Se parece mucho a “square dancing.” Usualmente 2-9 parejas participan. También, se pueden ver algunas raices de este tipo de baile en la Salsa, especialmente cuando las parejas bailan juntas.
De Puerto Rico, tenemos dos bailes muy importantes en el desarrollo de la Salsa. Una, se llama Bomba, también empezó alrededor de 1800 de los esclavos del Africa. Al principio, ellos lo practicaban en las fincas de azúcar. En este tipo de arte, los bailarines, cantantes y músicos trabajan juntos para tener una obra completa.
El baile tiene pasos muy simples, con movimientos de las caderas muy suaves. Los bailarines bailan en un círculo enfrente de los músicos, pero muchas veces una persona sale enfrente de todos y hace unos movimientos especiales.
El otro baile muy importante de Salsa se llama Plena. La Plena es muy similar a la Bomba, y muchas personas dicen que esos tipos son los mismos. La gran diferencia es que la Plena tiene un ritmo más fuerte que la Bomba la cual tiene un sonido más melódico, y es más de las ciudades que la Bomba que es de las áreas rurales.
La gran pregunta ahora es, ¿como se combinaron estos tipos de baile y música para crear la Salsa? En los años 30s y 40s, muchas personas de Cuba y Puerto Rico se mudaron a los Estados Unidos para evitar condiciones malas y vivir “el sueño Americano.” En realidad, eso no fue tan fácil. Había mucha discriminación y las personas extranjeras en los Estados no pudieron obtener una vida justa. Muchos barrios se formaron en áreas urbanas en Nueva York. En esos barrios, la música y baile de Salsa nació. Aunque las personas eran de países diferentes, y vivieron en barrios separados, la música se propagaba en todos los barrios, porque las personas tenían una historia similar. Es una historía de una vida muy dura, donde las personas extranjeras se robaban la tierra y los derechos de las personas nativas, y las personas se quedaron sin nada. Toda su vida era una lucha para obtener cosas que son necesarias para la vida.
Por mucho tiempo, la música y el baile de Salsa ha ido cambiando a la Salsa que tenemos hoy en dia. Por la discriminación de personas de Cuba y Puerto Rico, la Salsa no salió de los barrios por mucho tiempo. Las personas en la clase alta pensaban que la música de los pobres no era aceptable, y por eso ellos no la escuchaban. Pero cerca de los años 50s, las preferencias raciales se trasladaron y las personas en la clase alta empezaron a escuchar la Salsa.
Primero, La Bomba y La Plena crecían en algo popular. Eso fue algo muy importante porque representó un gran cambio en la mentalidad de las personas con sus ideas sociales y políticas. En realidad, La Bomba y La Plena no fueron la fuente de la Salsa, pero abrió la mentalidad de las personas y tuvo una gran influencia sobre esas personas. Tambien, durante el tiempo que los músicos estaban creando la Salsa, La Bomba y La Plena fueron inspiraciones para la Salsa, y ayudaron a mantener la tradición sobre la comercialización. Eso fue algo muy importante porque, aunque unas formas de Salsa son muy comericales, existen muchas que todavia tienen el sentimiento original de las raices de la Salsa y Latinoamerica.
Las raices principales llegaron de los bailes de Cuba: El Son, Danzón, Mambo y Rueda. Con la combinación entre esos bailes, la música, y los bailes de Nueva York, como Jazz, la Salsa creció lentamente. Por eso, la Salsa tuvo más tiempo para obtener un sentimiento más profundo. Por la influencia de los Estados Unidos, la Salsa lleva otra parte de la historia de las personas de Latinoamerica… la parte donde las personas resistieron muchos cambios y dificultades. La Salsa era, y todavía es, una inspiración a mantener su tradición mientras esta adoptando otra cultura. La Salsa ayuda a la gente, especialemente a los jovenes, a recordar sus raices e historia.
La salsa llegó a Latinoamerica cuando las personas de los barrios de Nueva York regresaron a sus paises. De esta manera, toda la historia de las personas era contada por el baile y la música. Ahora, no solo es algo divertido para hacer, sino es un recuerdo para todos. Existe para recordar los tiempos duros que han tenido en el pasado, y una esperanza por un futuro más alegre. Con la música, la historia nunca va a morir, y nadie va a olvidarla.
La relación entre como se formó la Salsa, y como las personas hoy en dia viven en nuevos lugares después de immigrar es mucha. Hoy en dia, hay muchas personas de Latinoamerica que todavia están mudándose a Los Estados Unidos para obtener trabajo y ganar dinero para sus familias. Es similar a lo que hacían las personas en los 30s y 40s. Cuando las personas hacen eso, muchas veces es una vida muy dura y diferente. Las personas luchan con sus ganas de aprender la nueva cultura, aunque extrañando su vida anterior.
Hay que recordar las raices de una vida, porque sin ellas, no podemos entender las razones porque somos como somos. Para muchas personas que se mudan, es importante parecerse a alguien de los Estados Unidos, al mismo tiempo no olvidar sus raices. Otro factor es que muchas veces, cuando los padres latinoamericanos tienen hijos en Los Estados, ellos quieren que sus hijos aprendan el idioma ingles y no se preocupen de aprender Español para ser más “estadounidenses.” Es muy difícil tener un balance, y muchas personas no saben como vivir asi. La preocupación causa mucha depresión y enfermedades de la mente. ¿Que pueden hacer a las personas que están en una posición asi?
Algo muy útil es usar la música y el baile. Eso es exactamente lo que las personas en la historia han hecho con La Salsa. La Salsa representa la posibilidad de mezclar culturas y todavia vivir con alegría. La Salsa es un gran ejemplo de que el arte puede ayudar a las personas a entender una situación y se dan cuenta que no están solas en esa situación. Lo bueno es que La Salsa todavía está cambiando, manteniendo la cultura del pasado y poniendo nuevas culturas de hoy. Creo que con la Salsa las personas pueden continuar teniendo una vida más comfortable.
Desafortunadamente, las personas van a continuar mudándose a los Estados Unidos, y las dificultades van a seguir. Pero, por lo menos, la gente tiene La Salsa para darse cuenta que no está sola. La Salsa da esperanza a las personas y representa más que un baile divertido. Sea lo que sea, la Salsa siempre estará allí. Entonces, la próxima vez que baile Salsa, recuerde por qué existe y que significa para el presente y futuro de muchas personas en el mundo.
Our pickup ride.
For our last full weekend together, we headed to Antigua and the Eco Earthlodge located about 30 minutes away from central park. We left at 7:30am on Friday, and got into Antigua around 12:30. For this trip, we took an Alamo bus for the first part, and then switched to a chicken bus for the last hour. The Alamo bus ride was really rough, for some reason. We seemed to be going incredibly slow, and everyone suffered from some motion sickness. I also really really had to pee (to the point of wanting to cry), but the bathroom on the bus was broken. Eventually I convinced the bus driver to stop for us.
The chicken bus ride was also a little rough. It was already full when we got on, so it was another ride standing up, squished between people. But, it was the last chicken bus I will take for a very very long time…
When we got to Antigua, we had about 2 hours to get lunch and hang out in the city. I already knew that the city was very touristy from the first time I visited, but I had kind of forgotten. We went to a restaurant called MonoLoco (Crazy Monkey) where all the menus were in English and all the waiters spoke English. It was definitely a strange feeling, and we felt as though this trip was placed as a transition from Guatemalan life back to US life. I ate a sweet potato and black bean burrito with tons of avocado and veggies. It was quite delicious.
At 2, we met our pickup that took us to the EarthLodge. The ride was smooth and refreshing with the air whipping at us as we drove up the mountain (I’m really going to miss pickup rides).
When we got to the lodge we were given our rooms and went to relax for a while. We were split into two rooms. Mine held 8 people in a cabin with 4 bunk beds. I got stuck with a top bunk… but the beds were actually really comfortable and had very warm blankets.
Happy hour started at 5 that night, and dinner wasn’t served until 8, so we had a lot of time to hang out. I can’t remember exactly what we had for dinner, but it included red snapper and veggies and rice and carrot bread for dessert, which was delicious. The night was a lot of fun, and I slept really well that night.
Saturday was sadly a cloudy day, but we still had fun. Rachel and I went for a run that morning (which was difficult because we had to run down the hill first and then run up it, which is never fun). For breakfast I had a huge bowl of fruit with yogurt and granola.
After breakfast, a group of people went into Antigua to get piercings and tattoos. I was not part of that group. Instead, Harim, Rachel, Sarah, Goeff and I tried really hard to get the sauna working. The challenging thing about this sauna is that it requires a real fire to heat the little room. It took us about an hour and 3 books of matches to build the fire, but we were finally successful. Others sat in the sauna, but I didn’t like it too much, so I sat outside and watched the fire.
When we were done with that activity, we headed inside to watch a movie. Then we ate lunch, finished the movie, and played some serious games of corn hole. The rest of the day was enjoyable. That night happy hour started at 5 and dinner at 8… and Saturday night was just as fun as Friday night.
Sunday was a sunny day! I chose to sleep in a little, and enjoy the view with the sun. I had the same breakfast, and we ordered sandwiches to go for our trip home. At 11:30, we headed back towards Antigua.
We amazingly had private transportation for coming back to Xela, so we waited until 1, when our microbus picked us up. We figured we would be home quickly.
But of course we are in Guatemala, so that wasn’t the case. About 2 hours into the trip, we ran into a ton of traffic. Then, we learned that there was a huge rockslide further up the road, and nobody could pass. We waited for over 2 hours as the mess was cleaned up enough so one lane could pass through. It could have been so much worse though… our private microbus had a DVD player, so we watched a really cheesy movie about a dog named Hachi. I also got a chance to pee on the side of a Guatemalan highway.
We finally got home around 6:30pm. It was definitely a fun and relaxing weekend, although we were all a little sad knowing it was the last time we would all travel together.
This weekend, Marissa and I joined our Guatemalan family on their annual family reunion. It was a fun and interesting experience, spending time with the family and learning how true Guatemalans travel (not a pack of 15 gringos).
The entire trip ran on Guatemalan time, which meant that instead of leaving the house at 7pm Friday night, as planned, we left at 7:20, and instead of departing Xela on the bus at 7:30pm, as planned, we rolled out around 8:30pm.
Just like most family vacations I’ve been a part of, leaving the house was a process, with people grabbing last minute items, rechecking to make sure certain doors are locked, other items are turned off, etc. In reality, it wasn’t all that crazy, especially since Jaqui, Patti and David’s youngest daughter (who couldn’t go because she had to work) was staying in the house all weekend.
We loaded up a pickup and headed to a park where our bus was waiting for us. It was basically a private chicken bus. The family has used this same driver for 14 years, so it is part of the tradition. Along with us we carried a TON of food, items for cooking food, serving food, etc. After it was all loaded on the bus, and after about 10 rounds of goodbyes to family members that couldn’t join us, we left Xela.
The ride lasted the whole night. It wasn’t too bad, although for some reason I was unable to sleep. I listened to music and attempted to sleep. We took many bathroom breaks and a long 45 minute snack break at a gas station at1:30 am.
At 4:30am, we arrived in Esquipulas. For about 20 minutes, as we entered the city, the same song was played over and over again… a sort of special song that welcomed us into the city. It might still be in my head. We were dropped off at our hotel, and loaded off the bus with all our baggage. After situating ourselves at the hotel, we had a breakfast of sandwiches and coffee. Everyone had pre-made sandwiches of ham and cheese, and Patti made me special sandwiches with strawberry jelly, since she knew I wouldn’t eat meat. It was so nice of her!
After eating, we all headed to the church. I wasn’t aware that this trip was so religious, but I learned quickly. The location is a very popular vacation spot for all of Central America. The church is full of people daily, especially Sundays. David explained to me that January is the most popular month, and people will camp out in the park in front of the church because no hotels are left.
When we arrived at the park in front of the church, the boys set off fireworks (the annoying kind that sound like gunshots that Guatemalans love, and set off for any occasion… birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, etc.). We then waited in line to view a Jesus statue. We waited in line for about 1:30. Although long, waiting in line wasn’t all that bad. We talked and the time passed relatively quickly. Walking past the statue was a little uncomfortable. Everyone who passed by knelt down, placed their hands at the base, and prayed. Marissa and I chose to just walk past. After passing the statue, we had to walk backwards down a winding, sloping pathway, until we were out of sight of the statue. This is because it is rude to turn your back on the statue and what it represents.
After walking past the statue, we went into an outside, covered area where everyone was lighting candles that represented sentences from the bible. Marissa and I observed from the corner of the patio. It was actually a really beautiful scene with all the candles lit.
After this, we entered the church and listed to what was left of the morning mass. We then visited a scene (I’m not exactly sure what is represented), and everyone stood in line to have blessed water dripped over their heads and other items they wanted blessed, such as photos, special candles, mini religious figurines, etc. After all the family was out of the church, we took pictures of every combination of relatives possible, just like it would be at a Ziegler family reunion.
That afternoon, we walked to a park with a river, a zoo, soccer fields, basketball courts, a crazy Mayan cave, and a ton of picnic tables and grills. Once we arrived, we played an intense game of basketball. I didn’t know it was possible, but I’m actually worse at basketball than I am at soccer... but at least I gave Patti something to laugh at (she usually plays but because of her surgery she had back in September she still isn’t allowed to run around).
After working up an appetite, we headed back to the picnic tables. All the kids played in the river, plus some of the dads and tio. I thought about it, but the water was way too cold for me. Instead, I helped prepare lunch.
A Guatemalan picnic is a lot like any American bbq or picnic. Each member of the family brought a different item. We had black beans, potatoes cooked on the grill, carne asada (which is essentially a thin steak), tortillas, and a pickled salad. Patti even made me my own portion of tuna salad with cucumbers and tomatoes (and without mayonnaise) which was super nice of her!
My job was to heat up and serve the beans. Grandpa watched over me to make sure I was doing it correctly. Every few minutes I would get a new suggestion about how I should be stirring the beans so they wouldn’t burn, which was humorous. When Patti served me my tuna salad, grandpa was very concerned as to why I wasn’t eating meat. He kept asking me to try some, and trying to give me a little piece (and throughout the rest of the vacation, when I didn’t eat chicken for breakfast on Sunday and didn’t order a hamburger at Burger King on our trip back, he continued to ask me why I wasn’t eating meat, and why I didn’t want just a little piece. I don’t think he understood why someone wouldn’t eat it, but the whole situation was very funny).
After stuffing ourselves with tons of food, we enjoyed the park a little more. Marissa and I walked around and looked at all the animals. Around 3, we walked back to the hotel to rest for a bit. I was so exhausted, but I really didn’t want to sleep so I tried to sit up on my bed and read. It didn’t work. Within 5 minutes I was fast asleep.
Patti woke us up a little later to see if we wanted to walk around the market with them. I was super confused because I had been in a deep sleep, but after figuring out where I was, which was pretty funny, we left the hotel and walked around.
The market had all kinds of sweets and candles and other very religious things. It was cool walking around with my Guatemala family and seeing how they interact in a market and talk down a price, etc.
Around 6pm, we went back to the church and waited in line another 2 hours to repeat the same process we had done that morning. By the time we finished, I was so exhausted. I had a piece of bread for dinner (I was still pretty full from lunch) and was asleep by 9. The rest of the family stayed up and walked to the large Christmas tree to see the lights.
The next morning, we woke up at 5:45 to go back to the church and wait in the line for another 2 hours, to repeat the same thing we had done Saturday morning and evening. The wait wasn’t really that bad. The entire family was there joking around, taking pictures and talking.
After the church process, we ate breakfast on the street. Everyone had some chicken and chowmein. I stuck with atole de leche y arroz, kind of like milky rice pudding, but less sweet. With that description, it sounds gross, but it is actually pretty good.
Sticking to Guatemalan time, we were eating breakfast at 9am, the time that the bus was supposed to leave Esquipulas. Nobody had packed, yet nobody was concerned. At 10:15, the bus actually arrived to pick us up, and we left at 10:30. It was funny that nobody really expected to leave at 9am. It was as if 9am actually meant 10:30am.
We arrived in Guatemala city around 2, and stopped at a shopping center where there was a Pollo Campero, Burker King and ice cream shop. We ate at Burger King (I got a salad which actually was not that bad) and then everyone headed over to get ice cream. We were told to back on the bus at 3. Everyone was back on the bus by 3:30, and by 4 we were leaving the city.
We actually made very good time on the last leg of the trip. We arrived in Xela around 7:30pm. The bus dropped us off in front of the house, so we didn’t have to lug our stuff too far.
After a long day of traveling, everyone was tired. We all ate a simple dinner of eggs, beans and tortillas, and went to bed.
I’m so happy I had this experience. It was great to be included and see how a Guatemalan family travels for vacation. I now feel even closer to my family, and sad that I have to leave them in 12 days. But at the same time, being surrounded by so much family made me even more excited for the family reunion that I’ll be having so soon, with my own family!
Saturday morning, November 26, we finally climbed Santa Maria, the volcano that can be seen from everywhere in Xela as the perfect point in the sky. It has quite a reputation for being grueling, but I actually didn’t find it to be too difficult. That probably has to do with the fact that we climbed relatively slowly, took many breaks, and I wasn’t carrying a 30 pound backpack (like I was when climbing Tajumulco)
We met at the corner of the school at 4:45am, and got picked up by a sketchy red microbus that said he was taking us to Santa Maria. Only in Guatemala…
After stopping at a gas station (which made it even more creepy), we picked up Kati at her apartment. Then, we took the 25 minute ride to the base of the mountain. I honestly don’t remember much about the beginning of our trip/hike except that it was dark and really, really cold. Kati gave us some snacks of juice, crackers and apples, and we began hiking up the mountain.
The hike was fun. We talked and joked and tried to stay warm. My feet and hands would not warm up! At one point during a break, I really wanted a drink of water and a snack, but I had no control of my hands because they were so cold (I physically could not grip anything). Logan had to open my backpack and help me get a drink and a snack. It was pretty pathetic!
We began hiking around 6, and got to the top around 10. At the top, we ate our snacks and hung out, taking pictures and chilling. As we were about to leave, we saw the volcano next to us erupt, which was pretty cool!
Santa Maria first erupted in the early 1900s. The second time it erupted in the 1930s. This eruption caused a great deal of destruction. In the 1980s, people feared that the volcano might erupt again. But, instead of erupting, it formed the small volcano to the side of Santa Maria. This little volcano erupts multiple times daily and allows the pressure held under Santa Maria to escape without another, huge, terrible eruption.
The way down took just as long, if not longer. The pathway, which had before been icy, was now muddy and super slippery. Many ended up sliding down on their butts for the majority of it, whether willingly or not. Surprisingly, I only fell once and didn’t hurt myself!
By 3pm, everyone was back down the mountain. We headed back to Xela and had lunch together. I spent the afternoon in a café.
Sunday morning I taught Patti how to make French toast, and she really liked it! I was happy to pass on something from my culture, since she has unknowingly taught me so much about Guatemalan culture. She made us French toast for breakfast the following week.
At 8:30, we met at parque central to head to Las Fuentes Georginas. Las Fuentes is one of the more popular tourist attractions around Xela. In fact, when people learned that I had been living here for an extended period of time and hadn’t visited the Fuentes, they were shocked.
Las Fuentes are natural hot springs nestled in the mountains, just outside of Zunil, about a 30 minute chicken bus ride and a 30 minute pickup ride away. I had no idea what to expect.
Let me tell you, that water is hot! The largest pool, where the water fed directly from the waterfall to the pool, was the hottest. Nobody could bear to be in it for longer than 5 seconds. First, we dared the boys to go in. They did it, but the look of pain on their faces was incredible. Then, they dared all of us to try it. Sarah, Rachel and I went in at the same time. I went in deep enough to submerge my shoulders and then ran out of the pool as fast as I could. I seriously felt like my skin was burning off. You could boil someone alive in there! Never again.
There were two other pools that were significantly less hot, although still hot enough so that when you first got in, your skin burned. Then, after about 10 minutes, you couldn’t take any more heat and had to get out. After 10 minutes of sitting outside, I would get cold and repeat the process. After about 5 cycles, it got old. I dried off and changed my clothes and hung out in the restaurant with some other people until it was time to go.
Back in Xela, we had lunch together again, and I spent the afternoon in a different café, finishing up blogs and doing Spanish homework and talking to friends.
Overall, a very fun weekend!