Home and one last adventure

Home tomorrow!  Happy and sad.  Pray for safe travels, wisdom for next steps, patience. 

And of course, I couldn't get out of here without one last adventure.  I went to the immigration office with my Guatemalan brotha on Friday in order to pay my fine for letting my visa expire.  In true Guatemalan style, his plan to pick me up at 2 pm turned into 3 pm, and then he finally arrived at 3:30 pm.  Because no trip can be completed without at least one stop, and without some traffic issues, we arrived to the immigration office at 4:20 pm before their 4:30 closing time, after leaving Wan to drive the van and dashing out in the middle of traffic to get to the office.  Once we arrived at the office we ran to the 4th floor office to find out that the bank to pay the fine at closed at 4:10.  Jorge ran to the bank to find out if we could still pay, then ran back and said we could, so the paperwork was cojmpleted, and we ran to the bank.  The bank said they were closed!  But he explained that we just asked, and they checked with someone, who had one form left for the day, and she printed my receipt!  I paid at the bank, ran to the 1st floor to make copies, and ran to the 4th floor to finish the paperwork!  Thankfully, everything worked out well.  However, in the meantime, Wan had been driving the van down through the city and got lost!  So when Jorge wanted to have him come pick us up, it wasn't possible.  When we finally figured out where Wan had ended up, Jorge said we needed to take a bus there!  Yikes.  It was a little scary, but when we got off the bus we were in front of the Eiffel Tower!  Or at least, the Guatemalan replica of the Eiffel Tower.  There was a Guatemalan president many years ago that had been fascinated with France and had a replica of the Eiffel Tower built in Zone 1 of Guatemala City, and also had many of the streets in that zone structured like the streets in Paris.  So since we were there I had Jorge take my picture in front of the Eiffel Tower.  The ambience leaves a bit to be desired though, since it is surrounded by busy streets and car repair stores.  I imagine it is a bit different from Paris.