More Dirt than Semen (Guatemala)

After my crappy sleep last night, I got up early and was determined to find a doctor for my rash, so Nicole and I packed all our stuff up before the boys woke, and headed out in search of some help. We found a doctor pretty easily; he was a general surgeon not a dermatologist, but I was sure I could convince him to write me a prescription for what I wanted...which was a pretty hefty dose of intramuscular steroids. A miracle worker he was, because after I explained my problem and my background, he pumped me with steroids without even asking my medical history or allergies, and gave me supplies for more steriod shots over the next 4 days, hallelujah!!!
 After I was happily 'roided up, we went back to the hotel to pack for our next stop, Lanquin, an easy three hour drive...not so. The roads were complete shit (I try to swear as little as possible on the blog, and really only reserve it for necessary situations, which this was), by far the worst we've had. We were not able to drive over 20 mph the entire time, and bottomed out constantly, once even forcing Jared to pull over to check for damage.  Occasionally, we hit a patch of "semen" (as we've all endearingly started referring to it as the boys' southern accents make "cement" sound more like "semen" [don't judge us, we have to entertain ourselves somehow during anxiety-riddled car rides]), but those areas wouldn't last more than 100 meters and were very few and far between. We turned onto the "highway" towards our destination, and wouldn't you know it, the roads could actually get worse. We averaged maybe 5 mph during that time, and had to pull over for 30 minutes, because the car was overheating!

 Jared made the executive decision to turn around and go back to the less-crappy, crappy road, as he had concerns about the car making it up higher into the mountains under those road conditions. The 3 hour trip turned into a 7 hour trip, but we made it to Coban instead, right as the sun was going down; a three hour drive from our original destination.
 Along the way, we found out some pretty epic (for me), travel altering information. After reading the front page of a local paper at a gas station, we found out that the Argentine National Men's Soccer Team arrived today, with Messi in tote, for a game in the capital tomorrow. After much deliberation, we decided that we would leave Lanquin and Semuc Champey (the attraction we wanted to see outside of the town of Lanquin) until after we attempted to make this soccer game. Nicole and I were adamant about going, the boys less so (they actually responded with "who's Messi?", when I shouted out that there was a game tomorrow), but we have wanted to watch a live game, and Semuc will be here after the game is done.
 As of now we are unsure we can even get tickets, but I'm holding out for a kind-hearted scalper (???), or I can just wait outside the locker room and then completely rationally discuss with Messi why it is essential that he marry me, effectively changing both of our lives :D Keep your fingers crossed for us!