First post since my travels have begun.
I've been travelling for 11 days and it feels like it's already been a month. Time goes by very slowly here in the mountains of Guatemala. It's a good thing and a bad thing, if you have a mind like mine that doesn't stop thinking and twirling and wondering. And sometimes worrying. But I'm learning to cope with it and it's actually become one of my challenges-- to stop. Stop doing all of that. See and feel mountains but don't think about them. Really inject them into your soul. No picture or no amount of words could sum up what you've felt about something.
I already miss the people I love back home. It feels like I'm so far away. Hard to believe I've got another 35 days to go before I see them. I'm having a blast, don't get me wrong... but this blast would be intensified x100 if my lover and my friends were here with me. It's amazing how much we take in alone versus with others around us. It's like we seperate our vision and our emotions. Right now I feel like I'm dividing those with strangers, and it's a very different feeling. That's why much focusing and silence is necessary for me to actually love what I'm doing and where I'm at.
Wonderful experience, both the good and the bad.