Antigua

I landed in Guatemala this morning and caught a shuttle straight to the town of Antigua.

It's a cobbled-stone city nestled between two volcanoes that is touted for it's colonial architecture, international vibe, and it's former status as country capital.

But as my shuttle zig-zagged down the one-way streets of Antigua - these weren't the things that stood out to me.

Instead I felt drawn to the flaking of the paint, the chipping of the rock, the cracking of the facade. You see, in its history, Antigua has been victim to many of earthquakes, and the battle scars burn brightly on some of its oldest churches, covenants and stately buildings.

 This was most evident to me in the former church complex called Santa Domingo.  Every bit of the building speaks to its visitors. In it's fallen architecture it says: you don't have to be whole to be beautiful. You don't have to be perfect to be loved.