antigua, guatemala.
Two tourists go into a bar. They don't know each other. Both are young and of different nationalities. He speaks some Spanish and decides to approach her. He invites her for a drink. She is alone and in town for a small time. In two more days, she will continue traveling. He will be in Antigua for one month. He came to work on his Spanish. The conversations flows as everything in the city: gently. They smile without effort and have more than one drink. Both are single and have two more days to define the end of this story. Independent of the decisions they make, for each of them, Antigua will be that night, that conversation, those laughs. Even when it is possible that neither of them will return to that city, they became the city for each other. The ruins are wounds that have not stopped recovering, warnings on the skin that turned Antigua into a city in permanent construction. For this reason, she needs her visitors so much, to exist again. The tourists come to Ant...