Guatemala City is shrinking below and behind us. A thick deck of white clouds obscures the earth below as we hang suspended under a bright blue sky. Our band of travelers—Denise, Deb, Sammy, and I—have completed our time in this beautiful country. It was sad to say goodbye to Pastor Karen, Carinsofia, Marco, Amanda, and […]
The emerald mountains of Guatemala run crimson for me right now. We have been riding in our bus for twelve hours. A couple hours ago Pastor Karen offered a book to me. It is titled Testimony: Death of a Guatemalan Village by Victor Perera and runs about 100 pages. I just finished it and a […]
This post has four parts: whiplash, Tikal, Mario, and Finca Ixobel Whiplash I woke up yesterday morning on a hard wood board in the village of Maya Itza and went to bed in a luxurious hotel on a Lake in Flores. This socio-economic whiplash was difficult to process. As we drove out of the village […]
I’m sitting in the bus, thankful for paved roads. We spent several hours yesterday, and several hours today, riding on terribly rocky dirt roads, pocked with deep holes filled with rain water. I marveled as we traveled from the nice mountain resort of Bombil Pek (that means Painted Rock in K’iche’) along well maintained highways, […]
