I forgive you Antigua.
I forgive you for waking me up repeatedly the last two weeks in the wee small hours of the morning with explosives.
I forgive you for making me homesick with your twisting mountain roads.
I forgive you for raining so much the last three days that it caused a waterfall in my room, making me move my bed, twice, and having to sleep with towels on the floor.
I forgive you for causing the proprietor of the establishment to repair our room multiple times because when you stopped sending the rain in through ceiling you diverted it through the window and onto my pillow.
I forgive you. Not because you asked but because of chocolate.
Yes, chocolate, not diplomacy, is the reason for our peace.
Entrance to Choco Museo, where Rebecca and I participate in a chocolate making tour today.
Grinding coco beans Mayan style.
Making chocolate tea.
Making “blood chocolate” froth, a Mayan royalty tradition. I just spilled, dash it all, hence the facial expression.
Making European hot chocolate…with full fat milk and cinnamon!
Ingredients galore to put in your chocolate.
In the zone, I don’t mess around when it comes to chocolate.
All done!
Best one month early birthday gift I’ve given myself in a long time!
Lesson of the day: Make chocolate, not war.
