The Journey to Xela

Leaving Antigua felt bitter sweet. I hated leaving the town without exploring most of it, but I was excited to see Xela.

We left by shuttle again, a transportation option we were beginning to trust wholeheartedly. Unlike our earlier trips, however, this shuttle ride would last for five hours – something I ended up being thankful for. The drive gave us the opportunity to see more of the countryside, comprised of mountains and farms. The shuttle was filled with travelers from Spain, Britain, Australia and America. I loved listening to everyone’s accents.

When we got there we found Xela to be an expansive city. It reminded me of Guatemala City, but smaller. We stayed in another hostel, one a little harder to find. As per trend, the hostel was hidden behind a padlocked door, but inside we found a beautiful garden, a kitchen overlooking the city and a rooftop bar. We were very happy with our choice of stay.

That night we went to bed early to explore the city the next day.