5/6/19 – 5/7/19 Jonas and Maria cooked us a massive breakfast before setting out to the volcano. From what I can tell, you are supposed to have a guide for this hike because a few people froze to death near the top in 2018. At the same time, they don’t appear to enforce this strongly.
5/4/19 – 5/5/19 I struggle to load my bike onto the little boat at the docks in San Pedro and out of the corner of my eye see the porter trying to put Soph’s bike on the top. “Por favor no.” He keeps doing it. He can barely lift it, he’s knocking the drive train
4/27/19 – 5/3/19 The thing about learning a language is that at some point you have to begin saying things that are more complicated than “Where is the bathroom?” If you’re a first-worlder in Latin America, even with the observational prowess equivalent to that of a grown man with a third grade reading level, you
4/21 – 4/26 We crossed into Guatemala on April twenty first, my thirty sixth birthday. The night before had been spent in a border motel where they lock a massive gate at night so nobody gets in or out. A strange cast of characters ran between one another’s room shouting, slamming doors, smoking, and occasionally making
4/16 – 4/20 I was shuffling about the hostel early the morning of the 16th…. trying to find a clean plate. This is the only issue I tend to have in the places with “good energy.” The Universe, all powerful as it may be for the young and nappy, has yet to venture into cleaning