You’d think by the time you were my age, you’d have it all figured out. What to do? Where to live? How to spend your time? Apparently not. Oaxaca, Mexico sounded like a good idea. A mile-high altitude with the… Read More ›
Central America
A Year Scheduled Around Good Weather
This year we spent the winter in Guatemala and the summer in Ireland–the fall in Northern Michigan and December and April in Charlottesville. We moved to Budapest the first of May but left before the miserable heat wave of summer…. Read More ›
Antigua, Guatemala
This morning, I woke as I always do—early. Since we are staying in a hotel, I stepped out into the courtyard, which remains my sanctuary, so I could read and not disturb Pat. The air is crisp; Antigua, at nearly… Read More ›
Goodbye San Marcos La Laguna
Guatemala has a terrible crime problem—or at least the perception of a terrible crime problem which is supported by seemingly credible statistics. I don’t think of myself as a worrier, but the first few weeks I laid awake at night… Read More ›
Perspective
I didn’t see this coming. Pat and I went by boat this week to San Juan, the small neighboring town of artisans–weavers, predominately. Throughout town, in houses-turned-stores, women gather in collectives to sell wares they make at home. They pick… Read More ›
The World In Between 