Last time I was on my way home from Guatemala to Denver, the woman sitting next to me on the plane remarked "didn't you love Antigua?  It was just like Disneyland!"  Although now it's many years later, that comment has stuck with me.  At the time, I definitely didn't think of Antigua as Disneyland.  I had just spent two weeks doing aid projects with missionaries and Antigua to me was 5 year old Rosa who spent her days begging for food before ending up in an orphanage.  Antigua was the hospital full of people who couldn't live on their own--the 40 year old man with a birth defect who lived in a crib.  Antigua was poverty, struggle, and while the people of Guatemala were incredible and giving, it was definitely no Disneyland.  Being back now many years later, I understand what she meant.  Antigua is adorable--the parque central, the famous yellow arch, the cobbled streets, the bright yellow, blue, and salmon-painted fascades of buildings and the women and children dressed in their colorful hand-woven traditional dress.  The city is set among three volcanoes, hidden today by fog and has become a travel center for international tourists, refueling for a few days with international food, fellow travelers, and boozing opportunities before heading to their next destination on the Central American travel circut.  There are still reminders here and there that behind the fascades, poverty still exists--the kids selling jewelery in tourist bars, the grandmas begging in the plaza.  While still no Disneyland, Antigua is a treat.