On Friday we had many confusions.
          We woke up at eight from insanely deep slumbers. I dragged myself out of bed and got dressed quickly before I limped downstairs to eat breakfast. We ate at the hotel restaurant and overheard another extranjero (foreigner) with reddish hair and big classes discussing his personal finances. Okay, now it is not illegal to discuss your finances in English over a computer but it is annoying for the people listening to hear him. I felt like his loud voice kind of intruded in on our breakfast.
          We hopped in the car and drove through the surprisingly green surroundings of Mexico. We drove across the un-guarded, hot border into Guatemala. On both sides of the border there were many stalls were you could buy clothing and belts. We parked the car in what seemed like the middle of the road (no one seemed to mind) and my dad jumped out and talked to a guy in the office. We were told to go park on the Mexico side and then come back over so that I could help them with the Spanish. When we told them our dilemma, they informed us that we had to go to Cuahtemoc three kilometers away (in Mexico) and have them give us permission to leave Mexico and then we could return and get the much needed stamp from them. We thanked them and returned to the extremely hot car and stickily sat uncomfortably in it before the a/c kicked in.
         We returned to Cuahtemoc and told them the problema. When I heard them utter the word "problemas," I internally said "Uh-oh"! Eventually the head official said, "Okay look, I will do you a favor," and he just gave us the form we needed and we signed it, overjoyed.
        To celebrate, we bought some soda and continued sown the road back the way we came. We stopped on the way and toured the ancient temples in Tenam Puente. In the parking lot, there was a total of four cars. None of them (besides ours) belonged to people touring the temples. It is a shame  because they had a small exhibit that was very neat and up-kept.
       I painfully climbed the wonderfully preserved temples and my family agreed that probably what made the site so nice was how desolate it was. From the top of one of the pyramids, you had a wonderful view of the whole valley. We played some short games of tag in the old ball court and then proceeded home. The only significant thing about the rest of the day was that we got some tacos. Now that doesn't seem very important, but you will figure out in the next post!

Stately pyramid at Tenam Puente.

Ball court where we played the "deadly" game of tag.

Picturesque clouds.