Home to me are those moments outside the plotting struggles we constantly confront just to meet our needs. Home is waking up and not needing to be anywhere and do anything, which frees you to do the everything your heart needs.
Could we have entered the ocean in a crazier way? Yes. Sure, for what limits hath insanity but that which we impose upon it? Left to the imagination, we could have entered the ocean in a variety of less sane ways. We could have built a gunpowder fueled rocket painted blue and used it to…
In November, in a cold country, a fresh snow fallen and the future a frolicking of ideas, I went to Amazon.com and decided I needed some things I didn’t REALLY need—but I desired each item with a celebratory feeling. One of these things was a small brass telescope. “Please can I have it!” I said…
I believe that every guy needs a female friend in his life who says yes to statements like, “Do you want to go out on the town tonight wearing Gorilla masks?” Conventional wisdom said it was impossible. I simply wasn’t attractive enough. Common sense said it would never be. These types of things simply didn’t…
It’s never easy to leave the place you’ve chosen to call home. But if there’s a sign to look for from the universe that serves as confirmation that it’s time to go, then I’d say a neat pile of shit logs and a puddle of piss on your bedspread on your penultimate night in Antigua,…
“What’s going on?” A Canadian traveler asks her Australian boyfriend. All around them colored eggs (cascarones) are exploding, circulating their payload of confetti and glitter onto the people warring across the park. Mayan women without cascarones improvise by grabbing fistfuls of flour and throwing it into faces. Children, armed with…
Travel To Guatemala with $5,000 and you can live comfortably for a year. Calling all starving artists! When I was working for an NGO in Antigua, Guatemala, our volunteers were paid $400/month. This may not seem like a lot, but somehow, they not only made it work, they thrived. They took weekend trips to the…
Volcano Guatemala – It Could Happen to You The first page of the newspaper feels like oily sandpaper from the volcanic ash clinging to the ink of the lead photo which depicts glowing lava from El Volcan de Fuego, which just blew a plume 600 meters into the troposphere. It adds immediacy to the Prensa…
The burden of existence for a holiday is one person celebrating it once a year. Mariachi Day is a holiday I celebrate annually with whomever I can convince to take the day off life and join me in a horse drawn carriage to meet a Mariachi band—Los Principes—In San Felipe, Guatemala. Los Principes are the direct…
Towards Semuc Champey, our rusted pickup tumbled like a tank over the muddy rainforest road. Amid a rolling green backdrop, men adjusted their packages in order to avoid them jostling into other men’s asses. We were fifteen dudes packed into the cab of a rumbling pickup truck. “Where are all the girls?” an Australian asked…
