Guatemala, Interrupted and Why You Should Listen to the Mavens

We were robbed in Guatemala City. 
Well technically, we weren’t.  My Aunt and Uncle were.  I got lucky.  Or maybe it was my moxie, or possibly the vestige of my mid-‘90s Washington, D.C the-only-zone-free-parking-is-across-from-a-crack-house tendency to have eyes on the back of my head. 
The warnings were all there.  Get out of Guatemala City as quickly as [...]