Always when I land in Guatemala am I struck by the gross unfairness of human society. One doesn’t need to visit Guatemala to pick up on this unfairness, of course, but still. Fifteen minutes into a cab ride out from Guatemala City and unfairness is the only air available.
Yet everywhere here there is great beauty: The tribes of people in their traditional clothes; the palpable affection Guatemalans have for each other and family; the centuries-old architecture; the eons-old landscape; the beautiful faces of children as they shout and play tag in pure squalor. Continue reading