So we keep on trucking, a few more days with the couple crew before they go off on their farewell for now journey to Chichi tambien, then they splitsville in Antigua after Shauna gets some vaccinations so we can enter the south of the central, yo necessito tambien, pero possible en Honduras. Then we say sianara to Guatemala and head off to Honduras, where the Bay Islands call beckon us to go dive in her beautiful mama sea reefs for a certification or two of diving finesse. Exciting and scary for both Mega Shauna Bana and I, but a triumph when we complete our mission in the sea along with our new old partner friend from the Cruz, Jamie Marcus, a divine sister from another mister. Do some cloud forest hiking from the recommendation of Teacher Elliott Kuhn a most wonderful brother from anotha motha and check out Copan and many other wonders yet unwritten and untold.
The four new brothers on our travels as silly and stylish as we are got some awesome braggadocious chichi pants that ripped the first time I really wore them but this super sweet sista mayan lady here fixed them for me as well as some ripped jeans, everything seems to be ripping physically, metaphorically, emotionally where I then have to sew them back together or with the help of somoene else. As a whole though this has been a flight of freedom, with storms, lightning, thunder, beautiful rainbows, moonlight dances, treacherous hike muscle aches, stomach bandit castaways, beautiful high heat near passing out epiphanies where suddenly understanding Ki'iche in may haze connection with this world, seeing the flower of life behind eye lid flashes, feeling magic magnetism with international wanderers as we smile, beat box, freestyle, hookah, mango blunt the night away, chameleon clothing costume performer with my wardrobe in one moment consistenting solely of Guate made and colored garb, while the next I am back as a hard to miss american korean gringo who forgets that those with these slant eyed faces although similar to their mayan brothers and sisters don´t come along nearly as much as their white fair skinned family counterparts.
Although my dreams have been lacking or at least my memory retrieval system seems to be on the fritzzzz. Late night snacks, antiobiotic invasion body snatchers, and weird sleep patterns have been running amock in mi vida, but tonight will be a resurgence of dream time adventure. Tomorrow Nick and Shauna go to Chichicastenango for Central America´s Largest Open Market on Thursday´s and Sunday´s while I continue to study spanish, rest, and enjoy the enchanting sweet stirrings of this ancient meteorite lake that descends a 1000ft to underwater spring vents for more exploration. May be head to Santiago Atitlan for a visit to the villagers and these places spoken of by Maestro Michael Prechtl, but who knows what is left of this written wonder way of life that seemed to exist 30 years ago. I hear now it is influenced by the tourism virus of this sacred land, the center of the world, the center of the god´s home. Possibly learning how to ride a motorcycle to rent one for the day and see the entire volcanic village circuit, paying tribute along the way to the earth, wind, water, clouds, jaguars, fish, birds, bugs, and corn grind stones.
The poverty at times is utterly heartbreaking, but a sense of diligence and happiness is witnessed by these humbled eyes and they seem to be more content or more celebratory and good humored about existence then most people that I know back in the states. Being away from it for only a few weeks has effected me in the way of remembering that I don´t need very much to make myself content and fulfilled even though I am carrying a mini accrued library with me, but I am working on it, the letting go and giving away when the spirit speaks to me. I had my ipod stolen on a chicken bus from Antigua to Chichicastenango when I had been keeping it in my side bags´s front pocket, which obviously is not the best place for it. Then the bus broke down and after letting it go and accepting my karmic retribution of not keeping better security of my things especially in open places like markets, buses, cafes. So with the insistence of my friends I looked one more time and in the front seat near the bus driver´s seat was a small back pack with hardly anything in it that I passed up before so I looked and in it was right there along with someone´s ISIC (international student identification) card so although no one claimed it was there bag I learned an important lesson and have since then carried it on my front pocket.
I am super thankful for this journey and the priveledge to make the choice and take the financial responsibility of doing this on my own, although I am with friends along the way I believe it to be good that my intention to be alone and work on my warrior spirit so that I can trust the strength that resides in my heart vessel drum. I will be by the lake for the next week or so, may be a trip to Chocomil, which supposedly voted the most beautiful national park in all of Central America, with a return visit to cobblestone volcanoe kiss lined Antigua to get some necessary vaccinations for the other countries ahead and then off to Honduras with Shauna, our friend Jamie from Santa Cruz as well and then the hunt for a certification of Open water Diver.
I have been sick too along the way for short bursts, but I got an amoeba infection and an intestinal infection, some unwelcome hitch hikers who wanted a free ride, but with the help of modern medicine that I begrudgingly took I am okay and today is my last day of medicine consumption, woo hoo. Nick´s birthday is tomorrow and he is turning 24, exciting with the marking of one week left with him before he returns to the states and then it is just Shauna and I unless we make some new travelling friend along the way besies of course Jamie in a few weeks or less.
Anyways prayers that all your journeys are awesome, beautiful and full of the greatness that I know resides in your spirit home. Thank you all for gracing me with your life, your friendship, being family, mucho mucho love, and sweet smile hug warmth. Keep sparkle shine searching...
Un besos,
Loren Mueller
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