Touring this week through Guatemala's blogosphere, it was interesting to read the reactions to President Bush's recent visit, which differed from the usual pronouncements against U.S. policy. Some Bloggers discussed the Hollywoodesque display of security agents, how protests interrupted their activities, and how the non grata visit to a sacred place was fixed with a “limpia”  (purification) by indigenous groups.
CARPE DIEM  said that to go inside his own house he had to identify himself. He also described his street during Bush's visit:
Mi calle está sitiada. Hay una malla de metal en un extremo y un obstáculo de concreto en otro. Hay Policías Nacionales, Policías Municipales, SAAS, Antimotines, soldados chapines y gringos, perros, bomberos, periodistas, curiosos y quién sabe qué más.
In her post titled “Men in shorts” , journalist and economist Marta Yolanda Díaz argues that she was confused when, in the place of Sunday joggers and families, she saw a couple of fellows pretending to be Guatemalans, when it was obvious that they were members of the US secret service of US:
A pesar del coraje que me inspira la violación flagrante a nuestro derecho a la libre locomoción  que impunemente cometen los gobernantes con tal de facilitar la visita de George W. Bush, no pude evitar sonreírme, sin necesidad de ningún químico estimulante, al pensar en la ingenuidad de los duchos miembros del servicio secreto estadounidense, quienes creían pasar desapercibidos en un país donde el individuo promedio no es, precisamente, un hombre blanco, musculoso, de estatura arriba del 1.80 metros y rubio. No obstante, ellos se sentían un paisano cualquiera. Qué risa.
In the blog of professor, poet and journalist Ana , she is waiting until Bush is gone, and she is angry because half of her university students did not attend her lecture:
Más de la mitad de mis alumnos faltaron hoy a clase porque la libre locomoción se ha acabado en esta ciudad hasta entrada la noche, cuando el kaiser, digo el presidente Bush se haya ido a México.
I was walking out my favorite bookshop in the city, at the same time with two blond American girls. They bought books in Spanish, and were learning how to say Gracias! I can’t help thinking that all is relative, and that everything can help us in ways that we cannot measure, even an uncomfortable and useless visit by Bush. Perhaps those girls will some day become American politicians.