“Everyone lies in Guatemala. Everyone lies, and everyone steals.” Those words were uttered by a tattered stranger whom I met outside the airport in Guatemala City.
Every little kid wants the ability to fly. I was no exception. I have many fond memories of my step brother and I leaping off my back porch of my childhood home. We “borrowed” my parent’s largest umbrellas – naturally, believing that, the bigger the umbrella, the more likely it would double as a parachute. […]
Imagine you could drive your car without the everyday constraints of traffic laws.
What if there were no other cars? What roads weren’t even necessary? What if you could simply smash down the accelerator and just go – with no fear of smashing headfirst into any sort of obstacle.
But as we descended, tired feet and shambling legs overshadowed my admiration of the splendor that surrounded me. After about three hours and six kilometers downhill through countless switchbacks, we reached the bottom of the canyon and dipped our swollen and blistered feet in the cold waters of the San Miguel River.