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.