My first Christmas, in Antigua

Christmas in a fetal state. Only other unborn freshly germinated human organisms can relate. Antigua is truly great. Elegantly coiffed costumed Mayan women mingling with scruffy lanky German backpackers. Oodles of beautifully ruined convents, monasteries, and churches to wander around at will. Long, straight avenues cobbled with the clash of two incompatible yet somehow complementary civilizations-the indigenous American and European. The broad, gently rising caldera of Acatenango looming in the clouds above Antigua like a dormant sentry. Falafel in a pita, Coban turkey stew, the cuisine of many cultures prepared with authenticity. The central park festooned with thousands of lights, arranged in distinctive shapes. Revelry, the infinite joi de vie, so happy to be little tiny as of yet unknown me.
Here are some pics of Antigua for you to see...