An adopted dog, a new year, a trip to Guatemala. It's been a good year!
Litchi’s are in season here. Their peels litter the road and their residue on my hands is sticky and so satisfying. They are sweet and delicate and they saved me on the way up from the castle today.
I came to the sea seeking many things, but perhaps refuge most of all. The sea welcomed me in, her watery arms open as I came to touch her vastness. She witnessed my pain and administered my healing.
Read about a weekend in Tequila, indigenous markets, traditional healing, and chance encounters of the best variety.
There is something in the water, the way it touches us all. I'm floating somewhere about 150 feet offshore from the white sandy beaches of this dry, desert island just fifteen miles off the coast of Venezuela.