how good it is to roam around this colonial splendor. the last 2 mornings i have eaten in a courtyard spilling over with vines and potted plants. water pours from fountains, flowers bloom, the rich smell of coffee perfumes the air, and the tortillas are thick and luscious.
i eat slowly and draw then paint in my 2 sketchbooks while i sip my coffee.
i stop at the solo bench outside the compania de jesus a former outpost of jesuit priests, until spain decided to expell the jesuits from all the kingdoms of spain. all of it’s priests thusly abandoned their station in guatemala in the mid-1700s. with them went their renowned college of philosophy, theology & literature.
many earthquakes and centuries later, i sit in front of the vast complex and draw on a bench. i have the whole place to myself.
if you were wondering about the weather, it is usually cool in the shade. nightime lows are in the upper 50’s and daytime highs hover in the mid 70’s. i arrive home overheated, but cool quickly on a shady bench in the breezy courtyard.
i love the indoor outdoor living. each room opens to the courtyard and walkways. there are no screens and no flying insects that i have noticed.
the house is quirky and delightful. large. rambling. endless opportunities to imagine the centuries-ago lives of its former residents.
the streets are drenched in color.
i found an old book here on a dusty bookshelf. written in the 1930s it tells the story of a 400 year old house here in antigua. i just found the house and as its no longer open to the public except by appointment, i have requested a private tour for later this morning. details of my visit to follow!
i’m also reading an unputdownable memoir (on my kindle) by none other than bernal diaz de castillo. a serious page-turner written in the 16th century. he is buried here in antigua. oyvey!
i could read, draw, daydream, and wander all day long here in this former central american capital of the spanish empire.
but first i must rouse myself from bed where i sit writing you this long missive. the vulcán de agua is staring at me through the open window. the morning air is cool and delicious. i have explorations to conduct. breakfast to linger over. and the former home of don luis de las infantas mendoza to visit.
see you soon!