Departures, nostaligia, y chocolate!
Our motorista dropped me off at the Villa Estela which is on 2a avenida sur, past all the calles, way the hell away from the center of town. Lucky for all of you reading this blog, the remote location forced me to return home early rather than wandering around town for another few hours, since the probability of me getting robbed on these backrounds after 10pm is way higher than our orange "president"'s approval rating.
This afternoon, I wandered through the cobblestone streets of Antigua again. I stopped once again at the Museo de Chocolate where I was greeted with a "Bienvenida de nuevo." I had hoped to go incognito so I could sample the varieties to my heart's delight. But apparently my eager rostro was all too recognizable.

This time I sat at one of the tables and ordered banana bread, before I was strongly encouraged to switch to a brownie. It came on a little white dish drizzled in Passion Fruit coulis, warm, with a deep aroma of cardamon and chili. Yum! Since my first time at the museo, I've become quite addicted to Cacao tea, which is nothing more than cacao husks, but gives the faint taste of chocolate when you boil them with enough love.

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Ode to Cacao Tea
Dark in the water,
husks, shadows, dust,
where to find
our emptiness here?
My heartbox is stuffed
with letters ancestors.
If only I had a match!
Who else will scatter ashes
tonight to marry the rains?
So many ways to detox,
or die. Solstice nights,
when all 10 hearts
crack open
and scatter
tears
across---
thank you sun,
thank you moon,
thank you solitude
for stitching memories
to your wings.
Ode to Cacao Tea
Dark in the water,
husks, shadows, dust,
where to find
our emptiness here?
My heartbox is stuffed
with letters ancestors.
If only I had a match!
Who else will scatter ashes
tonight to marry the rains?
So many ways to detox,
or die. Solstice nights,
when all 10 hearts
crack open
and scatter
tears
across---
thank you sun,
thank you moon,
thank you solitude
for stitching memories
to your wings.
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