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                    <title>The Mayan Riviera and it's swine flu</title>
                    <description>When I left my job in Guatemala I was in rundown condition. I hopped on a daylong bus ride through Belize to Quintana Roo Mexico where I awarded myself the expense of my own cabana for the first time of the trip.I spent a week in Rancho Tranquilo recovering meeting travelers hanging out with the kind and comical hotel manager Abaristo and spending a good deal of time walking laying on </description>
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                    <title>Let's carry wood with headstraps and pick coffee to reggaeton Let's </title>
                    <description>Note to enlarge a photo simply click on itSanta Anita La Union Coffee FincaReference www.voiceofamountain.com and www.santaanitafinca.com. The first links to their documentary about the Guatemalan civil war their participation and their efforts to rebuild for the future of their communities and children. The documentary was shown at the Ventura Film Festival in our very own Ventura Califor</description>
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                    <title>Bartending in the Guatemalan Jungle</title>
                    <description>      What can I say about my time as a bartenderwaitress in Lanquin Well half the time I was sick with an intestinal infection and the other half was like being sick with an intestinal infection at a big party.      El Retiro is a place of excess think back towards the donkey playground in pinocchio in which no social stigma is unaccounted. People tend not to sleep well at night and resting </description>
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                    <title>Salsa Dances aboard Chicken Buses </title>
                    <description>Quetzeltenango    I39ve spent most of this week including my time in Xela with my new friend Emily an inspiring and intelligent girl my age from Minneapolis who I met at Santa Anita La Union coffee finca last week it wasn39t hard to find her the only other volunteer and only other extranjera on the entire finca. Emily has observed with me that when you travel alone if you really allo</description>
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                    <title>Exorcisms in San Marcos </title>
                    <description>Demonic Possessions  We were about threequarters the way to San Marcos crossing Lago Atitlan in a little boat when the vibrantly tattooed expat exlawyer from Los Angeles told us Yeah some indigenous were moving some church walls around and disturbed some bones some men were touching them messing around and then they started getting sick. Like they have seizures and attack people the ot</description>
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                    <title>The part where I move from being afraid of travel to being addicted to it.</title>
                    <description>Being alone can be quite romantic like Jacques Cousteau underneath the Atlantic.This was the first leg of my trip that I undertook totally alone without Jonathon39s connections to friends and friends of friends. I have found that it39s incredibly easy for me to make friends along the way. I39ve gone through a couple of serious trials these past weeks and have found that evenwhen confron</description>
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                    <title>Inspired </title>
                    <description>  The Speech of a Boomerang   On my last morning in Mazunte I had breakfast on the beach gratefully thanking my stomach for allowing me my new favorite dish of fruit and yogurt. I just can39t get over how much I like fruit and yogurt these days I can have it every meal. I was trying to remind myself of my writings the previous night reassuring myself over and over that I was very happy to b</description>
                    <link>http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/Mexico/Chiapas/San-Cristobal-de-las-Casas/blog-376271.html</link>
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                    <title>So I Disappeared for a Little While..With Good Reason...</title>
                    <description>Meeting Trevor in OaxacaI convinced Trevor and to be fair he also convinced himself to come out to Oaxaca for a week. We spent two days in the city before traveling together to Mazunte and Zipolite. For our own reasons we had a lot of facetoface communicating that needed to be done if either of us is going to achieve our goals for the next couple of months. Our time together was both strenuo</description>
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                    <title>trucha trucha trout</title>
                    <description>               Kati everyone that comes here leaves us so soonIn the Oaxacan city mornings the haze and smog lingers around the city like a longing lover theres no way to avoid it it hangs off of the rooftops and leans on the streetlamps draping it's long arms down over the tops of the heads of the bustling sidewalk crowds bumping and pushing perdon perdon . . . and I attempt to romantici</description>
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                    <title>Cafe La Brujulatwo free cookies in one day You're building expectations. </title>
                    <description>Yesterday I met up with my new friend Rachel and her travel buddy Janelle at the Mercado Pochote el mercado organico for Rachel's birthday. We sipped tejate httpwww.gooaxaca.comnewslettertejate.html and sampled mezcal httpwww.oaxacarestaurants.commezcal.htm. Vendors are generous with their samples  so maybe you'll buy more They have everything from young and aged con gusano t</description>
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                    <title>No no Kati Espanol de la playa es no bueno No bueno </title>
                    <description>The night before we left I met Alicia and Beatriz at Caf Bar Central. Alicia had mentioned in an email that she wanted to go to the beach. I figured she meant in her car at whatever hour we chose in a comfortable setting. But really my plans with Alicia were laid out like this So Im going to the beach tomorrow you want to come Yes Of course. It was about 1230 a.m. at th</description>
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                    <title>"Si el tiene mi corazon" </title>
                    <description>Adios EneroWhat a month. It began with working and packing swimming and yoga creative dates and love fit into schedules. I moved out of my house quit my jobs sold all of my possessions that couldnt fit into a hikers backpack said goodbye and took a flight. More than anything or anyone directly or specifically I am missing feelings. I am missing being held. I am missing holding. I am m</description>
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                    <title>Brian por que estudias Espanol Por las chicas</title>
                    <description>Its difficult to force myself to sit down and write out entries late at night just before bed but that seems to be when everything worth writing about finally settles down. Perhaps this inbetween state I find myself in where reality has shed most of its weight and hazy dreams are setting in is actually just...perfect. Today I started to unlock the puzzle I have been living in. Now after my</description>
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                    <title>Mi familia de pelirojas locas</title>
                    <description>I took my first class today. We jumped straight into verbos irregulares and discussingdescribing our families. Everything fit together really well in mind. Since my arrival here I have been upset at myself for having spent so much time learning to speak German in high school and college. Now I couldnt be more thankful that I learned the foundations of grammar from two highly organized stric</description>
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                    <title>First long entry. First long week. </title>
                    <description>20 34 27 de Enero 2009Libro First World Ha Ha HaPastSeeing Mexico City from the air at night was like what I imagined as a child I would see walking across a rope bridge over a hidden tomb of gold with Indiana Jones. From the closest view I could squint at to the farthest reaches of the horizon bright golden lights. I had never attempted to conceptualize how some 30 million people livi</description>
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