life @ 13

The best decisions are made in a Guatemalan McDonalds, after a grande numero uno
after passing several uneventful days in antigua i decided today was the day to finally leave. yesterday, after my condition not improving, i walked over to the friendly neighborhood farmacia and swiftly, easily and perscription-free-ly picked up some antibacterials. my destination today was rabinal, on the road to coban, where i would check out some cool caves and waterfalls, etc, etc.
now that i think about it, this is a gross oversimplification of what happened the past week, but i'm sore and tired and only have 5 minutes. anyway, i left this morning without a guidebook (lost along the way), map, or complex-direction-grade spanish. i knew the beginning of the route, but upon arrival in the center of guatemala city (not part of the plan, but apparently part of the route) i sought sanctuary in a certain well-known american resturant establishment. i'm not sure whether it was the big mac in my stomach, the lack of low gears on my bicycle, the spaguetti confusion of guatemala city or my ambiguity towards my chosen route; i decided to take a 180 and spend one more night in antigua, where i am right now.
the revised plan is:
tonight -- 2 dinners, 4 beers, 8 hours sleep
tomorrow -- 1 bicycle, 1 me, a hilly 80km road to panajachel, and the last boat to san pedro la laguna
after -- onward to quetzeltenago, some spanish lessons, a 2-day trek up a 13,000 ft volcano, several dinners, several beers, etc, etc
sorry for the shoddy update. i make no apologies. i'm alive, pharmacologically cleansed, and late for dinner.