things i like, alot.

dancing with bryan.

the smell of the rain coming.

chopped peppers and onions with salt and lime.

walking in a cloud.

listening to ricardo arjona sing tarde.

*many thanks to stephanie who gave me the music (not just arjona but also violeta parra) and davíd who made me want to listen to it.

i´ve made a few life decisions.

one of which is that i would like to dance with a cuban.

kinkikotik

the sun also rises over lake atitlán.

i feel an obligation to write since i haven´t written for quite some time.

not that i don´t want to write, but there is so much movement that it is hard to keep up.

first of all, the name of this blog is misleading, because i don´t really travel anymore, and i´d rather not. santa clara feels like home.

the past week has been overwhelming for me. i feel so cómo mi copa está rebosando. i am having a hard time expressing this, so let´s just talk about it later. that´s a cop out, this i know. short story: i planned a project, had expectations, and every single one of them has been changed into something that i could never have planned or imagined.

i held a five-minute-old baby in my arms. a ten pound baby. he was so new.

i want to live

where it rains. but this is half the problem, because i go out into it, thinking i can, and i end up with a busted tos, bad cough. small price to pay, perhaps.

the rain is coming down, and funny thing is, today, i was listening to my itunes, writing field notes, when ccr ¨have you ever seen the rain¨ came on. then rain song by ether.

i have been sick the past few days, and my nicolasa mother has chewed me out a few times. i deserve it. i keep going out in the rain. there is too much to do.

i have been busy with my field work, and this makes me happy. there are things to do everyday, and my biggest struggle is to sit down and write when i would much rather play the serious game with ricardo amilcar, jason, or aracely. or kiss brayan´s little face. or talk to Cristobal, or basically any other thing. this is my challenge.

i am rambling, talking to amy on gchat, but i have been thinking about this lately, reading the tao more than i ought?

I have just three things to teach:
simplicity, patience, compassion.
These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and in thoughts,
you return to the source of being.
Patient with both friends and enemies,
you accord with the way things are.
Compassionate toward yourself,
you reconcile all beings in the world.

This I found after having read Moroni 7:45-48. I am done writing now.