They came by the busloads- patrons, shop owners, revelers and travelers alike. During Semana Santa (Holy Week), if you’re near the water, expect it to get a bit more crowded and fast. Gambling games (where they slyly rob you blind), B.B. gun shooting games, merry-go-rounds, bumper cars, and vendors crowd the streets to claim their space for the yearly carnival that everyone looked forward to.
These people know how to party, my friends. This is the business of amusement.
So for three straight weeks, reggaeton was pumping at all hours, the ferris wheel spun at lightning fast (and very unsafe) speeds, and beer was found on every corner. It got crazier and crazier during nightly fireworks displays, all night dancing, and bands filling the air with their music.
Walking down the crowded streets you could smell french fries, churros, roasted corn, fresh fruit, tacos and pizza. It was a bit much for the senses but worth every moment.
We got to see a slice of life in Rio Dulce, Guatemala.
It was fantastic.