I've made generalizations about boys from Barcelona, so now I'm going to make a generalization about Victors from Guatemala.I like them, they're good people.
Meet Victor Fidel. He has an advanced degree in economics and works in a sugar factory.
Victor floated onto the scene on our second day at the docks, waiting to get to Utila. We sent Jesus, our little posse's only remaining native Spanish speaker, on a mission (ha!) to track down an alternate form of transport to the island. He didn't have any luck with that, but he did bring us Victor. A happy guy with a penchant for good rum and very cheap cigars, we quickly befriended him and he became a constant companion on the island.
When it came time to leave, we took Victor up on his generous offer to drive us back to Guatemala, so we hopped back on the ferry from hell (well in this case, it was going to hell) and upon landing in La Ceiba, embarked on a road trip to the Copan ruins with Vanessa along for the ride.
Several roadblocks and one very determined corrupt cop later, we made it to Copan and managed to enjoy the peace and quiet of the ruins and the quaint historic town before begrudgingly making our way back to Guatemala City and - for me and Victor - back to work.
He graced us with his presence once again in Antigua for the last hurrah, the final group of 6, and a reunion of el grupo ruedo - there we were, 4 silly kids in that group of 6, taking infinite pleasure in our ridiculous system of sharing around the circle.
Sometimes it's the simple things in life, like a cheap cigar, eh Fidel?
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