It was Friday in Antigua. I just wanted to go out and dance. I didn’t want to drink, I just wanted to have a fun night of dancing. It was cold and rainy in Antigua, and I wished I had jeans. I debated what to wear. I took off my dress and slipped on my white shorts. I shoved my quetzales as deep into my pocket as it could go. I didn’t want the money to fall out or have somebody try to rob me. I put on my shawl, grabbed the umbrella my friend lent me, and I headed out the front door. It was a little before 8PM. Continue reading →