Chapter 5La Aurora International Airport was large by Latin American standards, but small in comparison to most first-world countries. Located in Guatemala City, it was the closest airport to Antigua, but John would still have to drive an hour to get there.
He had no trouble with security, his passport quickly ushering him through. He pushed against a crowd mostly made up of tourists, noticing many Guatemalans as well. They were lighter-skinned than most people assumed, ancestors of Spanish invaders who would eventually dominate the country and its native inhabitants, the Maya. John picked out any Mayan descendants with ease. They were darker and usually squatter, but they weren’t part of the crowds of landed travelers or those getting ready to take off. They were pushing baggage and clea
