I decided that rather than face another day on the dreaded chicken buses, I would spend a couple more nights, including Christmas, in Cobán. My hotel here is very interesting. It’s one of the oldest buildings in Cobán and was a former nunnery. Like many old Guatemalan buildings, it has a simple wall on the front that comes right to the street, but inside everything is built around a courtyard with trees and flowers.
Around the courtyard and outside the rooms are all kinds of historic artifacts. My hotel is like a museum.
The room is pretty basic, but it does have hottish water, which is nice, as it gets quite cool here in the mountains. Like a spring or fall day at home.
So I’ll spend a quiet Christmas on my own, but there’s lots of celebration around me in the streets, so I’ll be able to participate in that.
