Dateline: Jan.25/18 San Marcos la Laguna , Guatemala
Big dreams are tough to believe when they actually come true… especially when they are not a one event kind of dream.
My big dream has a few layers:
- I would retire
- I would be healthy
- I would have enough money to travel
- That I would travel full time
Well so far I am 4 for 4 but it is only day 2, so early days.
I am exhausted from weeks of disassembling and shrinking my Vancouver life down to fitting into a small locker and closet. Physically and emotionally it has been tough so I am going to just let myself heal and get my feet under me before flinging myself into the role of intrepid traveller. For now I am going to be just little ol’ me under a quilt in a hammock.
San Marcos is fascinating, full of new age hippies/hipsters living along side Mayan Indians who are more than willing to lighten the weird gringos’ wallets and smile without giving an inch of their culture up to do so. There will be no assimilation here folks LOL. All week the village behind us have been celebrating the Fair of San Pablo which involves an impressive amount of gun powder! My host insists it is fireworks but it sure sounds like artillery, especially since the sound bounces off the volcanoes. I worry they will wake the Fire Goddess. It goes on during the day but gets more intense when it gets dark. Yah! A little disconcerting, even the dogs get startled into howling at the really loud ones late at night.. and they are a very laid back crew!
The thing that is driving me nuts is my freaking duffle… it is, in spite of my best efforts, way too heavy. Like I can’t pick it up, heavy. This is corroding my self confidence and can not continue. Before I leave San Marcos it will be resolved. All travellers have to rely on the generosity of strangers once in awhile but even more as an older solo woman so having an extremely heavy bag is just not acceptable. It is not like I am participating in bell hop style travel!
That’s it for now… now that I have time I will try to catch up with my other travel stories.. like I haven’t even told you about Salt Spring! I stayed in a freaking schoolie on a organic farm! Hmmm Salt Spring and San Marcos has a lot in common.