That weekend Dick went to the Blues Week Festival near St. Louis, he got some kick ass BBQ and then nearly got eaten himself by the nearly buried man. After that close call he found that the World’s Largest Boot Store was nearby and consoled himself with rows and rows of cowboy boots that he can not afford. Not pictured here was the trip to Anheuser Busch Brewery where he attended Beer School, passed with flying colors but failed to take any selfies.
Dick decides to expand his traveling horizons and take the MegaBus to St. Louis for a few days of partying. Here he discovered the joys of rest stops in the Middle of Nowhere USA. At the end of the day though he finally made it to St. Louis to hang out with the Arch at the Gateway to the West.
It’s not OK to go to Chicago and not order a giant freaking deep dish pizza the size of your head… err entire body. So says Dick
Wherein Dick finds himself taking off with a group of Gringos, only one of whom can stumblingly speak Spanish, who land a ride back to Guatemala City with the owner of the hotel they were staying at (driver spoke exactly no english). Find a taxi driver who will give them a deal despite lack of communicative abilities, and ends up in Antigua. This portion of the trip was disappointingly short, but amazingly fun. Dick spent half his time hanging around the hotel in hammocks by the courtyard and the other half wandering the city taking in the sites and the fact that there was a giant volcano at the end of the street.
Dick managed to sneak into the bridesmaid’s changing area in Guatemala City and tried to make off with some of the shoes. Luckily he didn’t get very far. However later that night at the reception he seated himself at the table with the Bride and Groom. By the end of the night he had nearly become yet another tourist kidnapped while traveling the country, due to the neglect of his date.