My friend Jeff from Portland looked over at me yesterday and remarked, "You know we've been down here for waaayyy too long when this doesn't seem all that weird." I agreed. We had gone out to the nearby town of San Andreas Itzapa, driven by another friend of mine named Billy in his pickup (or picóp, en español). We arrived safely after a drive of about thirty minutes which was neatly punctuated near the end of the journey by our nearly being forced off the road and into a cornfield ...