We made it to Portland last night. It’s feels like years since Sacramento. Jill and I spent ten days apart at the same meditation camp. There was no speaking or interaction allowed between the men and the women or with anyone for that matter. I think I am still pondering what I got out of it. Jill wrote all about her experience.… Read the rest
We rolled into Flagstaff to a Taco Tuesday party at Martine’s house. We found Lucia and Penelope already there visiting for soccer camp. Exciting to see cousins and their kin after too long absent.
We came to Tacna Yesterday. Today we went to Arica, Chile. They are a little over an hour apart. Between the two and pretty much everywhere around Tacna is a desert. It’s all empty adobe colored earth. No people or structures exist in the wastes. Tacna is some mish mash of border town and tourist trap for Chileans looking for a favorable exchange rate.… Read the rest
We rode a bus for too long to get here. The bus goes west to go east in Costa Rica. We arrived at 3:30 AM. Then we realized it was now 4:30 AM because the time changed. Jill slept in a food court until the security guard roused her. We found our way to the other airport by city bus and then a taxi to our hostel.… Read the rest
Hey look at us! We made it to Antigua. Yesterday was interesting, to say the least. We awoke at 6 and packed our bags. 7:30 found us outside the hostel restaurant waiting for the owner to get the front door open. He lost his keys. The unlocking somehow involved a rope and was successful. The owner appeared to be an Aussie who didn’t speak a lot of Spanish.… Read the rest
I’m on a bus leaving the city. It’s smelly and bumpy. It’s familiar stores fly past for the last time, at least for a long time. On to Antigua and elsewhere. The ride is long and uncomfortable. I’m sitting with two shopping bags and a book bag. I’m unable to move more than a couple inches. The window is wide open and the driver wants it that way.… Read the rest
Greetings from Guatemala! Time is slowing down here. We are finding a routine. Jill is messing with Excel and cooking a little for us. I am bartending and attempting Spanish with the locals. A good topic with them is asking about Q’eqchi’, their Mayan language. They say phrases and repeat a spanish translation. It is a complicated way to communicate. Mah-Sah-Lock-Ch’ol means buenas dias or como estas, I’m not sure.… Read the rest
This morning, Jill and i went for a walk with a little running at a sports complex a block away. We got cleaned up and waited for the the Canadian to go to Akumal. Akumal is a beach in a bay where sea turtles live. Me, Jill, the Spaniard, and the Canadian all went on this little excursion. We caught a collective to the bus stop.… Read the rest
This is part 3 of my spontaneous trip from Minneapolis to Denver and back. I headed out of Cheyenne traveling north until I left the interstate. I struck east for Northwest Nebraska. The day was enormous and blue and the road dipped and rose through it. I saw a sign coming at me, here I was on some state highway and a rest area pops up, my trip was so interstate heavy that one off the interstate was a new experience.… Read the rest
Earlier this year, I got a free week in between a job switch, and I made the most of it with a road trip. Getting to Denver, chronicled here, involved a lot of driving and only a little sleeping. It was less than stellar. I arrived in Denver and slept for three hours.