Ate a tortilla made by these ladies. It was deliscious. Following my hand patted tortilla, we took a delightful bike ride through a coffee plantation. There is nothing quite like riding a cruzer bike with the Guatemalan wind in my hair. After 3 days, we have made a nice little crew of friends in Antigua. Of course those friends have taken it upon themselves to show us the night life. We found ourselves at a club listening to a live band, apparently the most popular one around. The dancing was so vigorous that I was worried the floor was going to cave in. I was not alone in my concern, but no one was worried enough to cease. I danced. 
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