The most requested topic from last week’s comments was: What are women like in Guatemala?
To get closer to the female population, I started saying yes to opportunities and let (insert belief system) lead me.
At a local wedding, my Nikon camera got me hired as the professional photographer.
My going rate is 2 cold beers/hr.
My friend’s that brought me to Amatitlán. Population: 100,000. I may have been the only green-go.
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To see another laid back version I went to the black-sand beach at Puerto San Jose.
Unlike the famous beach at Monterrico, most visitors here are Guatemalteca.
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My data was still scarce. How could I get closer to hundreds of local women? …Zumba!!!!
Antigua’s first Neon Zumba Party was expecting 150 people. Over 500 showed, along with teachers from all over the country.
Being 10 inches taller than hundreds of people in the same room, I feel the occasional burn of self-consciousness. This feeling flips between scoffing those in front and imagining what the people behind you think of you. But, it’s all in my head. This intricate self-sabotage is all but absent in the mind of the latino. Passionate, friendly, humble – these are Guatemalans. It’s as if the sun cooks out the paranoia their northerly neighbors exhibit.
Guys are there, too. Dancing is part of life. Like breathing air, Latins have to listen to music at all hours. There are probably Guatemalans that don’t start dancing at a young age, I just haven’t met them.
In the U.S., our culture provides our first rhythm lesson as an awkward middle school dance. For some of us, it’s the first time we’ve tried moving to the music since the last time we were laughed at. It seems customary of the “developed world” to criticize those acting on their own intuition. All ants should march in line with the others. The marching orders in Guatemala range these days from Enrique Iglesias to dubstep salsa.
Another guy from the States said, “Man, you are crazy! How did you lose all inhibitions?” I told him, “It’s always a battle. I constantly have to resist my western habits. When I realize the people behind me aren’t judging me, I just listen to the music and it all falls into place.”

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One American girl sat by the stage and made negative remarks about one guy’s dancing.
One thing about Latin women: they appreciate effort and understand that not everyone has been dancing since they were 3 years old.
The same goes for Spanish. Ask a German a question in German and they answer in English. If a foreigner gets one word wrong, American’s think it’s hilarious. Down here, the locals display infinite patience to help you learn their language. They are honored by the gesture.








