While we were in the process of adopting Sabrina, Michelle had the wonderful opportunity to live in Antigua for 3 months and be Sabrina’s foster mother. We rented a nice house for them that was right next to the jungle (not kidding), it had some lime trees and other fruit-bearing plants in the back courtyard, a private laundry… it was nice.

The one thing that wasn’t nice was that the street on which it was located was one of the main ways to get into town, so you constantly heard the thundering roar of, what is endearingly called, Chickenbuses. The air then, for 10 minutes, reeks of diesel fuel.

These buses had three distinguishing characteristics:

1. They were always painted vibrantly with a myriad of colors
2. They were always packed with Guatemalans
3. They left a cloud of diesel fumes in their wake

I was lucky enough to have my camera on me when one was driving by the street Michelle lived on.