The chicken buses roar into town before dawn. They are loaded with people and produce. Delivery men carry everything into the market by hand – actually by head. They have a wide leather strap that fits across their forehead, and they tie ropes around what they are going to carry, and then attach the ropes to the strap. They bend over and off they go. Streets are all very steep. I stood beside a little, elderly man who was carrying 5 boxes of chicken parts, each weighing 20 lbs. I am sure he did not weigh that much. The market is the largest in Central America, and a great tourist attraction. Locals from the entire area come to shop. You can buy anything, new or used. The produce market had thousands of cases of tomatoes, and other fruits and vegetables. There are tiny stalls, and people walk around yelling what they have to sell. The colors are blinding. On the steps of the church flowers are sold. I was able to find a side entrance to the church and there was a baptism service going on. There had to be at least a hundred babies. Families had spread flower petals on the floor of the church. The tourist buses from all over Guatemala arrive about 10:30 am and the frenzy begins. Obviously they know the tourists can afford to purchase the goods they have spent hours making by hand. That day was my final adventure in Guatemala – El Salvador, here I come.