Trip Start Sep 26, 2008
Trip End Dec 23, 2008

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Monday, September 29, 2008

well, I am officially settling into my journey here in Guatemala! The adventure wasted not time testing my willingness to flow with it by first missing my connecting flight from chicago to guatemala....then staying up all night to catch a flight to miami then on to guatemala only to learn my bags had other plans. once i arrived in guatemala, a very sweet girl working for taca airlines assured me everything would be alright. they also gave me 50 dollars for emergency expenses and told me they would bring my luggage to me when it arrived. so onto antigua! i took a cab to the bus stop and am pretty sure i gave him ten dollars instead of one....oops. the bus itself was easy to find...just followed the yelling of the driver.."Antigua! Antigua!" Once on the bus i felt completely at home...strangely. A rasta sat behind me and spoke english so i had someone to talk to. he sang a song on his completely out of tune guitar while i beat my drum....hopefully to the amusement of the other 30 people crammed on the bus. After we got to Antigua the rasta told me his place was mine if i wanted somewhere to stay for free. Feeling somewhat apprehensive as i just arrived i told him maybe we could hang out the next day and then maybe i would take him up on his offer. He convinced me to check it out at least that night so off we went into the dark streets of Angtigua. I was really hoping I wasnīt being foolish and a small voice of fear was in my head...."i promised my dad i would be careful" ... as we walked into the small alley where his door was he reached into his shoe to get his key....or was it a knife?....nope, just a key...whew. he opened the door and introduced me to the family...victoria, jose, and their two daughters. I felt much better. just then, the rain began to pour down beating against the tin roof and i was very thankful not to be out in it by myself looking for a hostel in the dark. the rasta (from Belieze) made me some tea and spoke of his life. He did tell me he wished I could be his queen, but he knew I am truly a "mariposa" (butterfly)and must fly. I finally got some sleep and although i appreciated his hospitality, chose to continue on my journey alone and find a place to stay. I think I broke his heart...but there really was no hope for us....ever. I found the hostel a friend of mine told me about that houses mostly travellers from israel...but is open to all. so completely nice here....just the vibe I was looking for, and....today is the Jewish new year so we get to celebrate together and eat apples with honey and Kosher wine! awesome to share in anotherīs cultural traditions. that is that for now. my luggage made it, although now I wish it hadnīt (I always overpack) ah well. If in the first 48 hours i can lose it all, find it again, and only break one heart...I think Iīm in good shape! Till the next story unveils...love and light!

How you doin fly?...would you consider buttering me?
All i have is for you my queen
but reality can only worship you, mariposa
not seated on my throne, but flying free
so my love, the tune to which my guitar sings
be the only life to dance on the wind near your wings
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