A combination of homesickness and distraction, I stumbled upon old photos from my trip to Guatemala. It was such a special trip for many reasons. I got to see an amazing woman who had been living there as well as old and new friends, and it marked the beginning of my twenty-fifth year.
So much has happened since then.
But when I look at these photos I can't help but get lost in the beauty of the place and the experiences. That wonderful trip where I explored the unknown and learned about a culture that I never even dreamed of soaking in. Where I made memories and gained understanding of a small and important chunk of my friends life. Where I got sick and sunburnt (twice) and still managed to have a wonderful week and in my downtime became a regular at a coffee shop for a week. I laid in many hammocks, traveled back and forth across a massive lake, hiked to the top of a volcano and ate and drank endless fondue and sangria.
This place was magical.
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