Saturday, July 4, 2009

The last dispatch from Guatemala

Well, this is it. My last 12 hours (roughly) of living in San Marcos La Laguna. My trip to Guatemala has taught me many things, lessons poignant and sometimes painful. I can call this trip a genuine success, having loved much of my time, the people, and the overall feeling of Guatemala.

I will not miss some things, true, but who can say we miss every small part of the places where we live or visit? Surely every trip is tainted by some malicious memory or other, haunting recollections like ghosts on a long-sailed ship. But my peace of mind suggests that this trip will not be a visage of poltergeists, but instead a string of wonderful and beautiful memories. Simply breathtaking, in fact, so much that I have not yet gotten used to the towering extinct volcano rising behind the lake, only sending minor rumbles under our foundation on the occasional night. I will miss the launches which become packed with bodies, the smoke rising off of the trees near San Pedro, and the smell of honeysuckle and burning wood wafting into the third story of our little casita.

Yes, there is much to remember in San Marcos. Maybe I will even miss the insects.

Maybe not.

Vaya con Dios, amigos, y nos vemos.

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