And the days fly by; mornings spent learning and studying, afternoons spent drinking coffee, writing, trying to avoid the rain. I know every major road in Antigua, but I still can’t get the hang of the uneven streets and the misplaced cobblestones. The barista at my favourite cafe knows that I like my espresso strong, the bartender at my favourite bar knows that I drink Brahva Extra. I’ve been offered two jobs already, and while they are both tempting, I know that my heart lies with travel, that I will leave this place much sooner than later.
I love Antigua, but after nearly three weeks here I already have itchy feet. I’m being lured by shots of the ruins of Copan in Honduras, I’m researching Spanish schools in Utila and Leon, I’m looking up hostels on black sand beaches and whether or not it’s safe for me to visit San Salvador on my own.
When the travel bug bites, it bites hard.