I stole this from Rachel's Blog

So, after about 4 weeks of living in Guatemala and experiencing all the great things this country has to offer, I have decided someone needs to document their traffic laws. That way any new drivers in Guatemala can have some sort of basis to go off of when learning to drive, and foreign drivers can get accustomed to the cultural differences. 
1. honk to tell other drivers to get out of the way 
2. honk to let pedestrians know you are coming 
3. honk to let other cars know when you are passing them on the shoulder driving on a cliff at 9000 km/hr (we use the metric system here in Guatemala, so you have to learn how to convert from miles - kilometers) 
4. honk to say hello to friends you pass along the road 
5. honk to let cars in front of you know they aren’t driving fast enough 
6. honk when driving through an intersection to let other cars know you are not stopping 
7. honk if you get a sudden burst of emotion you can’t contain, ie a song you like comes on the radio 
8. lanes are for the weak. As are stop signs, speed limits, and guardrails on the sides of mountains. We do not tolerate the weak here in Guatemala. 
9. If you do not hit your head on the ceiling at least 4 times throughout your journey as a result of driving over potholes/boulders/small canyons in the road at extreme speeds, ur doin it wrong. 
I think those are the most basic laws, if you follow those you should fit right in.

Yeah she pretty much nailed the rules. In other news I met a man today names Latino Elvis. Picture a shiny windbreaker covered in playing cards, a bejeweled vest, Elvis hair, and face that looked like it should be hunting jaguars. He told me that when he sings Elvis songs even though he doesn't know what they're saying it makes him feel like his spirit is in another world and humanity's problems mean nothing, and that he cries every time. I love people like that. 

In other news I spent a lot of today buying supplies and cooking with Kirsten for a reception tonight for some grad students (here that means early thirties) who did a study on AMA for their tourism degree. I understood nothing. So boring. And my pineapple upside down cake had to become pineapple upside down cobbler because the brown sugar bubbled up all through the batter and then fell to pieces. i covered it with crushed almonds and pretended it was a southern thing. They bought it.