Goodbye Guate

Its' July 2, 2012. I'm on a flight back home, and the Beatles "In My Life" my proverbial 'fat lady,' is blaring through my headphones. My last week in Guatemala went by as swiftly as my whole trip. it seems like a week ago when Father Bernie picked us up in his "Rotario" white truck and started talking about how we would for sure experience a major earthquake while we were here. Now, with several hours of traveling to reflect upon my experience (Guatemala-Houston-Chicago-Minneapolis), I'm mystified by all the questions my trip answered that I hadn't even asked in the first place.

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Atop Tajumulco

After saying farewell to Connor, I headed into Antigua to join the HELPS Cascade medical mission team for their free, tourist-y days. In all the days I had visited Antigua in the past, I had never taken a walking tour or really enjoyed the market as a tourist. Since I had plenty of homecoming gifts to buy for my family, it worked perfectly. A quirky, eccentric young lady named Amiee Hart had previously offered to let me stay in on the floor of her hotel room at Santo Domingo. This was the first time any team member had ever outwardly offered this to me, and I was elated to accept. Little did I know what kind of deal was in store for me by staying there.

As soon as I arrived at the hotel, Aimee saw me and said, "Get your stuff in the room! I'll have a Moza (my favorite Guatemalan beer) waiting for you!" What a treat! When I returned I met Megan, Aimee's roommate. We hung out for a bit and conversed before Aimee announced, "Welp, let's go get a steak dinner!" Ugh… I'll be ordering the salad, I thought…. "I'm paying, so no worries!" As if she read my mind! We walked down the street to a place called "Fa-Fee Fi-Foo" or something like that.. an Argentinian steak restaurant. I proceeded to have the best filet minion I've ever had, washed down with an ice cold Heineken beer. It didn't stop there. We returned to the hotel room for a few drinks from Aimee's Red Label and enjoyed the whirlpool before heading out to Antigua's only irish bar, Riley's. There I enjoyed two fine Guinness beers (not on tap, but Guinness… in Guatemala? A miracle!), paid for by Aimee again. I tried several times to return the favor, but was politely refused. She appreciated my volunteer history, and I promised her that I would "pay it forward" as soon as I was able.

Thank you Aimee for everything!

I woke the next day on the floor of our hotel room (wrapped up in Aimee's spare sleeping bag). Instead of taking breakfast, I wrongfully choose to join some of the medical team members for a walking tour sponsored by Antigua's "House of Jade." Connor had told me good things about it, and I was looking forward to seeing some interesting things about this historic city. As it turned out, however, the walking tour was a glorified sales pitch. Within the first hour of leaving the hotel, we went to the House of Jade and spent a good hour wandering around their swanky jewelry stands. Unlike my Economic professors taught me, I chose to pay stake into sunk costs. Finally after leaving the House of Jade, our tour guide was telling us about an old church we were in front of when her phone rang… and she answered it! "I'm out!" I said aloud. I left with Kendra, another young girl from the team that was also fed up with the antics of the tour. We later joined Aimee for a meal at the Sky Café (yes, there IS such thing as a free lunch!). I spend the remaining hours of the day wandering through the endless markets examining trinkets for loved ones.

The HELPS banquet was another splendid experience. Food was phenomenal as usual, and I had the great pleasure of sitting next to a lot of old friends from past trips. I made a mini-speech to the group about how thankful I was for my experience, and a special thanks to the HELPS Guatemalan workers that make these events their lives. For the first time, I took a number for the raffle that was offered by the Godforesaken House of Jade… and won! I won a keychain made of Jade that is about a square inch wide, says "HELPS International: Guatemala" on it. While I was disappointed I couldn't regift what I thought would be some jade jewelry item to good-looking' girl in the States, I was happy to have a little memento for my experience.

After enjoying a wonderful night with my last medical mission team, I returned to Ceci's house on Wednesday, and stayed through Thursday. I did the usual; hung out, caught up with the blog, talked with Pepé, and played with Fobos, their overly friendly doberman. On Thursday, I received a message from Michael "Pedey" Pederson, a fellow johnnie. I had completely forgotten that he was staying in Antigua for the next few weeks, so at the last minute I made plans to visit him for my last weekend in Guatemala.

We went out both nights and had a blast. I was able to stay in Pedey's room, and we even met up with Justin on Saturday after he finished administering his 'Habitat for Humanity' group. We walked up to the cross that faces Antigua's valley, reminisced about good times and mused over those to come. Before I knew it however, I was back at Ceci's house, Sunday night before my flight. 

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Flooding in Puerto Barrios

"What have you learned? What was your favorite part of Guatemala? Will you go back?" I can feel the questions coming before I even dismount from the plane in Minnesota. What can I say? It's been one hell of year. I learned a language, made several dozen new close friends, and explored another part of the world. I real have nothing profound to say about it.. it is what it is. Traveling is experience that I find invaluable, and for some reason more so than others do. Every time I leave the country, I come back with some new awareness about the world but also, more significantly, myself. I find myself looking at the world map as a checklist of enlightenment… every new place has a new lesson to be learned, and new people to love.

Last night (the night before I left Guatemala), I watched "180 Degrees South" with my Guatemalan family. It is a documentary detailing a young man's trans-continental journey to the Patagonia Conservation Area in Chile, where Yvon Chouinard (founder of Patagonia Co.) and Doug Tompkins (founder of North Face Co.) reside with their wives. In this movie, Chouinard says, "Books are great, but it's nothing like going there."

I can't stop this mentality from infecting my mind. The values of travel are too much to pass up in my life right now. For this reason I have chosen to take up a teaching position at Southwest University in Chongqing, China for the next ten months, starting in September. I will be joining past travel partner, John Murray (featured in "www.tomasinireland.blogspot.com" as he explores his second year in China; my first. The travel bug's got me. I don't know where I'll end up… but that's the best part.

" The best journeys answer questions that in the beginning you didn't even think to answer."

-Jeff Johnson, 180 Degrees South

HELPS Trip #5: Sololá

On the morning of June 14, we departed from Jaime's one-room tin-roof apartment for our very last medical mission in Guatemala. On this occasion, Justin and I would join Connor and some of the HELPS staff for the advanced team set-up at the site. On the Thursday prior to every medical mission, member of HELPS arrive on site with three massive moving trucks to set up the hospital. Meals, which are all outings to local eateries, are paid for by the HELPS organization. This time around, the crew included Connor, Caesar, Henry, Luis, Jaime, Lucy, Carolina, and of course Justin and I. Several stout Guatemalans working on a moving team also assist in the set-up process.

unpacking the truck

Advanced team was very laid back. When we had finished our tasks for the day, we had time to relax, catch up on reading, and enjoy each other's company with a nice meal. I practiced my ukulele and caught up on blogging as best I could. Reality set back in when the team's luggage and equipment arrived Saturday night. Lots more tireless work was still ahead.

Jaime salutes

Of all the medical teams that I've seen in the last six months, the June 2012 Sololá was most organized and efficient in their service. Their equipment arrived in uniform dark green and yellow bags, matching the university colors of their home state of Oregon. They called themselves the "HELPS Cascade Medical Team" and even had t-shirts to prove it. The team leaders were a husband-wife combo. Robert and Tamara Orlando kept systematic attention to each section of the hospital, making it evident that they were seasoned HELPS volunteer veterans. The team they led was efficient, but smaller than other teams. No dentists showed, and a majority of the clinic doctors were Guatemalan, an uncommon occurrence for many HELPS teams. Not only that, but many of the American doctors and surgeons had a great grasp on Spanish. With a full group of high school translators on their first HELPS trip, this left Justin and I fairly useless as translators.

Contron.. doin' work!

With my unofficial status moved from "translator" to "floater," I tried to keep as busy as possible during the week while still staying out of the way. I helped in the kitchen a bit, brought coffee to doctors and translators, filled empty water jugs, helped the McGyver (hilarious, awesome guy named Scott), and sometimes just followed Robert around to be sent on odd jobs. Justin, Connor, and I also made frequent trips into Sololá to pick up odds and ends for patients, doctors, and nurses alike. The week was also broken up by a "Guy's night out" on Thursday in Panajachel for Justin's birthday. It was good to get a brief break from the small convention center the HELPS site was operating on. After a night of good cheers and beers, Justin departed for his next Habitat for Humanity team. Before I knew it, Connor and I were collapsing the same shelves we had stacked a week earlier. The week ended with the traditional Domino's Pizza dinner on Saturday night (not nearly as delicious as all the scrumptious food the incredible kitchen crew cooked up for us all week, thank you "Chicky Café"!). 

By Sunday afternoon, Connor and I were helping all the Guatemalan movers unpack all the trucks. Prior to leaving, Connor and I got one last photo with our motley work crew (see below).

Luis, Yo, Jaime, Connor, Ceasar

I spent my last moments with Connor back at the Weller's, our favorite Guatemalan home. A few young lady translators (thank you Melanie, Nicole, and Georgia!) from the trip made a quick visit to Ceci's house to say their final goodbyes to Connor. 

It was tough to see Connor go, but like Casey, I know I'll see him again. It's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when. Soon enough it'll be time to visit my favorite TEXAS friend. Cheers Contron, and thanks for all the good times!

Beaches and Barbecue

We woke late on the Monday morning of June 11 to find ourselves lounging around our very own urban household paradise. We took the day slowly, cooking with Ceci, watching a movie, making a snack… I felt like I was back in my carefree life as a young preschool student; except nap time was something popular and to look forward to. Justin arrived later that afternoon, and Ceci spent her time renewing her license so she could drive us to her family's beach house the next day. Ended the day watching "Law Abiding Citizen" and prepping for a prompt departure for the beach in the morning.

Puerto San José is a beach village on Guatemala's Pacific coast. It is one of the few black sand beaches in Guatemala, let alone the world, so naturally we were interested in a visit. Conveniently enough, the Weller family had a beach cabin near there. Ceci didn't even question the notion when Connor and I suggested a visit. "Whatever day, I'll take you there." Fantastic! So, on Tuesday at noon we packed up Ceci's car, stopped at Little Caesar's for 3 free pizzas, and headed 2 hours south for a look at Guatemala's beautiful Pacific view. We were fortunate to be on the beach by 3:30p.m., bodyboards in hand. After a few hours of bodyboarding in the ocean, we took Ceci's utility cart (equivalent of Toro's "Twister") up and down the beach, encountering a few interesting things here and there…

After soaking rays and waves, we head back in for some hot lasagna from Ceci's house. After watching a few episodes of C.S.I. Vegas (Every episode is SOOO different!), Justin and I retired the night with a few beers and a recount of the great year we had. Altogether another fantastic experience thanks to the Weller family.

We landed a swift return from the beach by noon at Ceci's house. Ceci left soon after returning to go to Lake Atitlán with her Mom. Soon afterwards, one of Pepé's workers drove us to Dr. Romeo Leiva's house, a good half hour drive in Guatemala City.

Prior to our last mission week, Romeo said that he wanted to do a barbecue to celebrate; I'm so glad that it actually happened. Our good friends Jaime, Caesar, Aide Leiva, and of course, Romeo, were able to make it. Connor had fortunately gotten a hold of a few bottles of Sweet Baby Ray's Barbecue sauce, making a sabory grilled chicken complemented with Chivas on the ice. Certainly a memorable night. We discussed good times, crazy team members, and enjoyed the warmth of one another's company. Because the start of the HELPS advanced team for Sololá began the next day, we crashed at Jaime Hernandez's questionable-at-best apartment down the road. 

Xela Adventures

As soon as Connor and I reunited at the Weller household in the afternoon of June 6, we constructed a travel agenda for the days before the June 14th advanced HELPS team start date. These last few days were to be Connor's last free travel days in Guatemala, we had to make the best of them. Neither of us had climbed a volcano, backpacked, or seen the city of Xela at all during our trip. After doing a little research, we found a volunteer-based group called "Quetzaltrekkers" that offered a hike to observe an erupting volcano on Friday, as well as Saturday-Sunday trek to Volcano Tajumulco, a 14,000 foot volcano that marks the highest point in Central America. Our decision was made for us. By Thursday morning at 1:00p.m., we were on a bus heading towards Xela.

We arrived in darkness.. a kind local woman offered us a ride to Quetzaltrekker's office in the back of her husband's pick-up. After settling into a nearby hostel (Casa Argentina = 25 Quetzales = you get what you pay for), we reserved a couple spots on the "Santaiguito: El Mirador" hike, which required a 4:30a.m. wake time. We wasted no time in scurrying up to our worn mattresses for a hint of shuteye before the next day's hike.

Connor and I shared the hike with a few other women our age: one Canadan, one Brit and Missourian. The hike took about 2 hours to reach the prime viewing spot, where we enjoyed a fresh fruit and oatmeal (called "mash") breakfast. Our tour guide was a young, pretty Israeli woman who had volunteered for over 3 months with Quetzaltrekkers. During the hike, two dogs named "Santa" and "Maria" followed us all the way up, sensibly expecting the leftovers from our breakfast. While I felt like the hike was overpriced ($25), I had fun, and put confidence in the fact that my money was going towards a charitable cause (see www.quetzaltrekkers.com). The puff-of-smoke eruptions of Santaguito, which occurred about every 20 minutes or so, were somewhat under-impressive (see a video below to see for yourself). 

After returning to Queztaltrekkers and booking our Tajumulco hike for the next day, Connor and I had a full day to explore Xela's tourist arractions. We ended up taking a half hour bus ride out to a beautifully painted church that Connor had read about in his guide book. The church was unlike any other I had ever seen. The outside was decorated with plenty of red, yellow, blue, and green paint. The inside displayed typical Guatemalan church characteristics; papier-mâché mannequins of Jesus, the saints, Mary, traditional pews, and the stations of the cross. There was, however, the usage of neon lighting above the altar (perhaps the most prominent part of the church), where in glowing green letters spelled out "Pescador de Hombres." While most gringos might have considered the neon lighting tacky, the Guatemalan mentality of "if it glows or flashes, its awesome" seemed to strangely fit in well with this sanctuary.

Meal on the Road

We met up with our trekking crew at 5:00p.m. at the Quetzaltrekker's office. Our crew would be about 13-14 people hailing from Argentina, the UK, Guatemala, USA, and other countries. After the distribution of food, tents, tarps and other supplies, each person was outfitted for the trek. I was thankful to have my own backpack, rain gear, etc, (all I had do get from them was a sleeping bag and mat), but had I nothing, Quetzaltrekkers could provide for me, as well as everyone else. Everything from boots to flashlights was "borrowable" from Quetzaltrekkers at no additional fee; a handsome idea I might say. After distribution and brief introductions, we all departed for an early night's rest, preparing for a 4:45a.m. departure time.

The morning came early. By 4:45a.m. we were on a bus towards the department of San Marcos. By 6:00a.m., breakfast at San Marcos bus station. Somewhere around 10:00a.m. after another long bus ride, we finally arrived at the entrance of the way to Tajumulco. The climb took a good 4-5 hours, with several well-timed breaks along the way. While hiking, I got to know plenty of folks on the trek with many different entertaining stories.. another beauty of life on the road. We set up camp near the summit and had a delicious lunch and dinner, and went to bed early for yet another early rise.

Tajumulco, Guatemala, 14K+ ft, 5:36am, Sunday June 10, 2012 

Connor and I descending Tajumulco

On the morning of Sunday June 9, we woke at an early 3:30a.m. to finish the climb to Tajumulco's summit.  The climb was cold, treacherous, but rewarding. We reach the summit around 5:30a.m., just in time to see the sun peak over the mountains towards Xela. One of our guides, Steve, pulled out his iPod and timely played "Circle of Life" from the Lion King soundtrack ("You just earned yourself a tip!" I said). It was very windy up top; it was a personal sacrifice to take a picture of someone else, as your hand would be numb within 5 seconds of exposure to the biting wind. Aside from several pictures, videos, and celebratory yelling when the sun split through the clouds, we also fortuned upon two unopened Gallo Beer cans. I couldn't believe that someone brought beers all the way up to the summit to just leave them there, but I wasn't complaining. I had a beer at 5:45a.m., on the highest point I've ever been on earth. Goood times.

After our descent back to base camp, we wasted no time in eating a quick breakfast and breaking down camp. We descended Tajumulco back to our start spot by the highway, and stopped at a "comedor" for some delicious eats prior to stuffing ourselves in an overpacked bus to return to San Marcos and, ultimately, Xela. Our timing couldn't have been better. We were back in Xela by 3:00p.m., and caught another overpacked bus directly to Guatemala City. Finally at 10:00p.m., we were ringing Ceci's doorbell. Ceci, clearly already having been sleeping, opened the door for us and welcomed us like a family member. She brought us into the kitchen where an order of Pizza Hut pizza and wings were waiting for us.

"Enjoy dinner. See you guys tomorrow," she said quietly as she meandered back to bed. Good to be back in my Guatemalan home again.

My Home in Guatemala City

My home in Guatemala City

As mentioned earlier in "HELPS Trip  #4: Huehuetenango," I recently befriended a pretty young girl named Cecilia Weller, who has offered her house up to me any time I need a place to stay, in true "mi casa es su casa" latino fashion. This friendly invitation couldn't have come at a better time. With Bernie leaving for almost two months to visit the States, as well as one last medical mission to complete in June, Guatemala City is the perfect hub from which to travel. Not only that, but Cecilia's house is a 10 minute drive from the Guatemala City airport. On July 2, my departure date for the States, it will be no problem for Cecilia to give me a quick lift over to the airport's departure gate. 

Cecilia's kindness and generosity exceeds just a quick ride to the airport, however. Every time we arrive at the Weller's house, an exquisite meal is prepared for us. Even when we went out to eat with Cecilia to a restaurant in Guatemala City, Cecilia's Dad Pepé sent us with money to pay for the meal. The maids of her house wash our clothes and make our bed, and there is always time for a blockbuster movie on their 50+ inch TV screen. When we depart, one of Pepé's workers will take us to whichever bus station we need to go.

Pepé himself is quite a character. This successful computer engineer and businessman is a motorcycle enthusiast, and he's always telling us about his newest bike purchase or interest. Mrs. Weller, owner of the local "Little Caesar's Pizza" places in Guatemala, enjoys playing hostess and making sure that we feel as comfortable as possible. On the first day I stayed at the Weller household, I was introduced to Ceci's "abuelos" (grandparents) like close family friend, and dined on an incredibly delicious chicken parmesan with them.

I have since moved all my belongings to the guest room (actually Ceci's brother's room), and I have already told Mrs. Weller I may just skip my flight back to the States to live forever in this urban household of paradise. She chuckles, smiles and says, "You are welcome here anytime!" I certainly feel that way.

Prepping the Place and Wrapping things Up

Connor and Bernie sharing a moment

The St. Patrick's Group enjoying a parade

Finally, after being away from the monastery for almost a non-stop month, I was back to enjoy my last few weeks at Resurrection Priory. In this instance, these were not easy work weeks. During May 23 - May 29, Saint Patrick's Youth group would be lodging at Resurrection Priory. The stay included a lot of preparation work for Justin and I, and with Justin's departure from Resurrection and the BVC coming up on May 28, we also had plenty of "wrap-up" work with concerns to the website and the loose ends of Bernie's computer donation project. Thankfully, we were able to accomplish all our tasks (including prepping a dormitory, purchasing food, painting a few walls, etc.) with the help of our good friend Connor Biskamp from the HELPS trips. Connor arrived on May 20 at the monastery and remained in Resurrection's guest house during the St. Patrick Youth group stay. Just as we had helped Connor during the medical missions, so too did he assist with several of our miscellaneous projects, including the organizing of the Youth group's stay. After the big Cobán Marathon weekend and Justin's departure for Antigua and his future job with Habitat for Humanity, Connor even helped deliver and set-up the last of our computer project in the aldea next to Alan Kress's Farm. We are forever thankful for Connor's friendship and involvement. Below are a few pictures from our last encounter with the kids at the aldea's school. Another fun, unforgettable experience…

St. Patrick's Candid picture

Found a guy with SJU b-ball jersey

The Saint Patrick's Youth group was an absolute pleasure to host and serve. Hearing Minnesotanism's around the monastery like "Oooh sure!" or "Yeah you betcha!" , not to mention any English phrases, made both Justin and I fondly reminisce about home. While we choose to leave the group to their own devices in regards to organized reflection on their service mission, we were kindly invited and obliged to attend dinner and some group outings. It was strange to be getting to know college-age Edina kids while eating in a restaurant thousands of miles away from Minnesota, yet still a pleasure to meet people that Connor described as, "Ugh… they're all waaay too nice!"

By June 1, Connor was heading to Belize for a five day trip with his Dad, the Saint Patrick's group had returned to Minnesota, and Justin was working as project coordinator on his first Habitat for Humanity team in Xela. This left Father Bernie and I to our own devices at the monastery. Because Connor and I were planning on hiking a volcano by the end of the week and Fr. Bernie was leaving for Huehuetenango and eventually the States on June 8, I set my departure date for June 6. For the rest of the month and my stay in Guatemala, I will be staying at Cecilia Weller's house in Guatemala City (please see "My Home in Guatemala City"). I had quite the list to complete before leaving the monastery for the last time. Packing, last minute goodbyes, room cleaning, and several old Alfred Hitchcock movies brought me quickly to Wednesday, June 6. Prior to leaving Resurrection Priory, I left each community member (monks and lay workers alike) with a framed picture of themselves with others (all photos that I had collected throughout the year). While I didn't have enough money to give them true departing gifts, I theorized that a picture is worth a thousand words. Few photos of community members can be found around the monastery, so I strategically placed several around the place before I left. I wish Resurrection Priory all the best, and I look forward to seeing how the community develops into the future!

Last picture with Julio!

Mayan Ruins and Sweet Rivers

Not too long after the last skit ended on Saturday, May 12, did Connor, Casey, and I mount a bus for a long, twisty, turn bus ride to Guatemala City, and straight onwards to Flores, in the northern province of Peten. Justin had already left on Thursday to pick up his old friend Sam Harvey from the Guatemala City Airport. Sam, who was then between jobs, wanted to spend a few days adventuring with us before he jumped back into the real world. After a night in the monastery in Cobán, Sam and Justin headed up to Flores on Sunday, too, and we met them there at a nice, relatively inexpensive hostel. The journey was long and quite miserable, but it felt like quite the sense of accomplishment to have made it to Flores at  around 4:00pm when we had left Huehuetenango at 11:10pm the night before. By the time Justin and Sam arrived in Flores, we had booked rooms and a bus out to Tikal, the most famous of all Guatemala's Mayan Ruin sites. A few tasty nightcaps put us right to bed before an early 5:00am bus pick-up.

Connor, Sam, Justin

Just hangin' around

Our bus rolled into Tikal's National Park at around 6:30a.m. and we did not depart until 3:00p.m. later that day. The site was massive, including several dozen temples that all adorned "Do Not Climb" signs… which were set out in vain, so it seems. We saw plenty of strange wildlife, massive temples, and even a few hieroglyphs. While Justin, Connor, and Sam climbed almost every temple in site, Casey and I got a bit tired and uninterested in climbing (it was kind of repetitive!), so we took pictures of them racing up the temples. Regardless, I'm very glad I went to see them. I was talking to one of the park employees, and he was explaining that during the new year they expect several thousand people to visit, camp-out, and party. Whoosh! What a way to spend the end of the world. Check out the pictures from the park above and below….

View from the top of Temple IV (also used in Star War's "A New Hope")

Strange Turkey

We arrived back in Flores at 4:00p.m. After a quick dinner by the lake, we all huddled in a taxi to catch a bus to Rio Dulce, a gorgeous warm, tropical climate near the Caribbean side of Guatemala. The bus ride took about 3 hours, and just as we were pulling into Rio Dulce, the tropical rain took a turn for the worst. Thankfully, we met a really nice, young Canadian sailor on the bus who was parked up in Rio Dulce with his Dad; he gave us the name of a place (Bruno's) that was right off the road when we came into town. We occupied a majority of their dormitory for a measly $5 a night… free internet. It was a great find!

The next day we covered another great set items from a Guatemalan tourist's checklist. In the morning, we toured a small Spanish castle, several times raided by pirates and once used as a prison for evildoers in the days of old. After enduring more tropical rain and enjoying our mid-morning snack of a 70 cent Brahva cerveza, we headed towards "Finca del Paraiso," a natural thermal pool featuring a beautiful waterfall off the beaten trail. When we visited, there were only locals enjoying the varying degrees of the pool's temperatures. After sticking around for awhile, the locals began to rub a certain kind of mud all over their bodies. They would let the mud dry, then jump in and wash it off.

I claimed to our group that they were exfoliating their skin (I, of course, had no clue what I was talking about). Regardless, we all eventually tried this "therapeutic" mud-caking procedure. While I will admit that my skin did feel more smooth after the process, I'll never know for sure if this group of locals was just making fools of the American tourists…

We ended our fantastic day with a meal at Bruno's, or lodging which also coincidentally had the best food in town. Quite a few beers helped us sleep soundly that night. Justin and Sam rose early for the airport the next morning, while Connor, Casey, and I took a boat down the Rio Dulce to Livingston. The boat ride included a stop at a very nice hot spring, as well as beautiful views of the Rio Dulce (means "sweet river"). We almost forgot that it was rainy season… until a tropical storm hit us right before we arrived in Livingston. After watching the rain come down beneath a thatched roof restaurant, Casey and I bid farewell to Connor before heading across the bay to Puerto Barrios. 

The boat ride to Puerto Barrios may as well had been an open-window submarine trip. We were soaked by the storm still brewing over Guatemalan's coast; fortunately, we had the proper rain gear, including on our bags. Casey and I caught the same bus, and I jumped off at El Rancho while she went onwards to Guatemala City and, eventually, home. Casey's departure was sad but right, and it reminded me that my time to depart is nearing. Casey was an awesome travel partner, and I've promised to make it out to the Oregon State Fair (or something of the sort). I know that someday in my travels I'll find myself there. Farewell, Casey, and thank you for all the great times!