Meeting the locals

So today I decided to relax and vegetate. I needed time to ¨decompress¨ after a fairly intense 2-day visit with a friend I met in Guatemala... I was looking for an internet cafe, and walked by one beautifully painted building with the gate shut. I assumed it was a hostel, (not what I was looking for) and walked on by. Later, I re-walked down that same bit of road, and their gate was open, so since some hostels have internet, I decided to investigate (especially since I couldn´t find the place I was looking for).

I stepped into their doorway, looked and saw a ¨pensión¨sign (hostel), but no obvious signs of internet. As I turned to walk away, I heard a voice and turned... I stepped back inside to talk to the Dueña (owner)... (All in Spanish) I told her I was looking for internet, and she started telling me the prices. I told her I already had a room, but just wanted internet. She said that internet came with the rooms, and mentioned the mujers (ladies) sitting in the sala (living room) [who looked like they were dressed up to go clubbing--at 3:30 in the afternoon], and then started rattling off prices. I understood only that the internet was complimentary with the room, and told her my Spanish was very bad.

Then, one of the ladies I hadn´t previously seen tapped my leg from behind me and said (in English), ¨Would you like a massage?¨.... OH MY GOD! Just then my legs started circling and I heard that cartoon noise that always occurs when Scooby and Shaggy get scared and their legs start spinning and they run away.

I wasn´t just talking to the Dueña, I talking to a PIMPSTRESS!