The next few days in Antigua were a bit of a blur, to be entirely honest. I really didn't know what the hell I was doing there or where I was going. I could have spent six months waking up to the crispy cool air and a view of the mountains right out the front door of my hostel. I could have sat in Cafe 2000 watching subtitled American films every Saturday afternoon. Antigua was the kind of place you went slow, a place where the days could fade into one another, and you could lose yourself. I hadn't done anything [View Full Entry]

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The bus ended up being late and empty. Empty. Empty was becoming a reoccurring theme for me. But, the bus driver told me that we were going to collect someone from the airport. So, we drove twenty minutes back to the airport and waited. I wasn't getting my hopes up that it would be someone I could talk to, but when she climbed on the bus, I immediately struck up a conversation. I don't think I had ever craved a conversation so much in my life. We picked up one more person, a Mexican man in his 40's who sold “Muebles”. [View Full Entry]

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The city had ceased to move. All was silent as the little silver sedan buzzed down the lamppost lit road. I looked upon my mother in law. A single gray strand stood out against her silky black hair as the street lights danced across us. She said nothing. There wasn't much to say at two am, and it was a simple silence, interrupted only by the switching of gears. She turned into the gas station. The little gray car would need to be filled in order to make the trip to the Orlando airport. My heart was beating rapidly as I [View Full Entry]

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It was less than three hours until the little plane came whirring up to the vast Central American landscape, and began making long, lazy circles above the runway. The mountainous terrain gave way to sharp winds that rocked us up and down as we circled. I still cannot recall ever having been so nauseated in my entire life. It seemed like an eternity before we landed. I crossed myself at the crunch of the landing gears making a connection with the pavement, and found myself mesmerized with the blur of dilapidated single engine Cessnas and rusting plane hangars whizzing by my [View Full Entry]

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