I stayed in Utila for quite a while learning to dive, as I’ve mentioned earlier.  Needless to say, I also did my best to explore the local sweet options available on the tiny Caribbean island.  There were suprisingly many!  Popular candies included chewy, brightly-colored ovals of fruit and chocolate bars of peanuts and caramels (often kept deliciously cool in freezers.)  Of course, these “locally available sweets” were actually just Skittles and Snickers shipped in from the States - locally produced candy was impossible to find.
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So, now I’ve spent some time on my trip learning to both surf and dive.  The big question is obviously “Which was better?”  After all, they’re both on the beach, they both involve a sort of initiation into a larger group (or cult!) of people, and they both involve me getting a really bad sunburn.
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A day at the dentist; an evening with a con artist; chicken buses: I don’t have enough words or pictures to write a full entry about all of these, so please accept, instead, this entry of mini-stories.

Lake Atitlan is surrounded by relatively isolated small towns, each becoming known in its own way as a tourist destination. San Pedro is for the druggies, San Marcos is for yoga and hippies, and Santa Cruz is tiny and mostly just to relax. I stayed a few days in San Pedro, learning weaving and meeting Diego, the famous chocolatier, but I soon moved on to Santa Cruz. It was there that I met one of the most interesting characters of my trip to date.
Continue reading Those Stories That Don’t Fit Anywhere Else

I spent more than a month in Mexico - what a great country to start the trip in! The sheer variety of life there could be overwhelming: colonial churches stood near pre-Columbian ruins; poor farmers and rich American-schooled politicians shared cities; a wide blend of settings from beaches to deserts, mountains to rain forests; the clean cobble-stoned streets of San Cristobal contrasting with the grittiness of Mexico City. Sure, my debit card stopped working, and I fell victim to one of the many maladies that have long plagued travelers, but I also was cared for by distant relatives and spent my first three weeks bonding with my Abuelita. These entry describes my impressions of the cities I visited in Mexico - I hope it is helpful to someone planning a similar trip.
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Guatemala is well-known for the Lake Atitlan: deep, crystal-blue waters ringed by deep blue volcanoes. Aldous Huxley called it the most beautiful lake in the world, and amazing pictures of it grace every Guatemalan guidebook and travel website. I won’t lie; it isn’t as stunning in rainy season when everything goes dull gray, and the light gray clouds roll in over the dark gray mountains overlooking the churning gray water. Still, I spent five days in various small towns on the lake’s edge relaxing, reading book after book, meeting American travelers and con artists, learning to weave, and best of all, visiting a small kitchen in which amazing chocolates are created.
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I’ve been pretty busy since Antigua, and yes, I am still alive!  Unfortunately with the loss of my computer I haven’t been able to upload any pictures or spend much time writing entries.  Here’s a quick update of where I’ve been since my last full entry… consider a hint of things to come:

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Mmm, some of the sweets in Guatemala were excellent. I’ve already mentioned briefly my favorite, a cinnamon and almond flavored paste, encasing a single roasted almond, all glazed in sugar. The paste was so rich it tasted like cookie dough, and the coating of sugar helped add a little delicious sweetness. I actually returned to the store two more times to buy more of these delicate little treats (called Yemas de San Leandro) and am even now regretting not buying more. But what else was there?
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A few entries back, I wrote about making chocolate at the Maya Mountain Research Farm, an organic agro-forestry demonstration farm. I left a lot of it out.  I didn’t write about how green and fertile everything seemed, about seeing the decades-old hardwood trees flourishing alongside of recently planted pineapple bushes and coconut trees.  How it had taken Chris and Dawn years of work to reclaim the land back from the unfertile pasture.  I didn’t write about the way Chris looked when he talked about his neighbors practicing slash and burn agriculture, the worry on his face, or the danger of fires getting out of control and spreading, as happens every year.  I didn’t talk about the ever-present smell of ash in southern Belize and eastern Guatemala, as farmers cleared their crops before the rainy season.  I didn’t talk about the distant puffs of dark foreboding smoke visible from my bedroom at the farm.
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The day started early.   Alarm set at 2:45 AM, out the door at 3.  Flores is deserted, shops closed and houses boarded up.  Walking through the darkened streets, I find the empty shuttle and climb aboard.  In a few minutes it will be packed full, people sitting on the floor and squeezed against the door.  We ride through the jungle but everyone is sleeping.  Then, we are in Tikal, walking quickly to beat the sunrise, climbing and climbing hills, with light beginning to ease out from under the mist, the trees full of screeching birds and buzzing insects.  Up hundreds of stairs, and we are almost there, almost to the top of the highest temple where we can watch the sun rise over the ruins.
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