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After staring at the Volcanoes Fuego and Acatenango from a hot tub in Antigua, Guatemala for a few days, we went up to climb dormant Acatenango for some views of actively erupting Fuego. The hike to base camp was a 6 hour, steep steep climb into the clouds, mist and rain. When we arrived at camp it was storming so we piled into a little cabin, tried to dry off and layer up to stay warm, and stayed in our little cocoons huddled together while the guides brought us food until we finally slept (or tried to).

At 4am we were supposed to wake up to summit Acatenango to watch the sunrise over Fuego but the weather was unsafe and the view would be unclear so we had to skip it, but at least we got a little more sleep in. At 6am the sky cleared a bit and we waited with wet, cold hands holding coffee for the perfect combination of cleared clouds and volcano-eruption-ash-plume. The best I got was 50/50. The hike down was beautiful and painful on the knees. Luckily we were able to see incredible scenery- as far as Lake Atitlan where were stayed last week, until we were back into a canopy of clouds. Overall, we climbed 4,000 feet to 12,355 feet. Quite the aventura.

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Today was my version of a perfect travel day, and such a nostalgic experience, even though everything here is new to me and I hardly speak Spanish.

This morning I walked out the door with a few points of interest in mind, and I just let it flow.

I strolled down some side paths, made it to the dock and hopped on a boat to another town on Lake Atitlan- San Pedro. When I got to San Pedro, I just walked up, up, up through the town and crossed over the hill to see amazing views and end up in the neighboring town of San Juan.

San Juan is an artsy town with lots of gorgeous and colorful textiles. After looking around at shops (and seeing many versions of a dress I already have that I got when I randomly was in a Guatemalan fashion show in Maryland 3 years ago), I wandered back into town.

A tuk tuk driver stopped me and told me I had to see the “mirador.” I’m pretty sure I was headed that way anyways, but I’m glad he reminded me. Once again I went up, up, up and saw incredible views of the lake. When I landed at the bottom of the hill again, the same tuk tuk driver was there so I hopped in and he insisted he should take me to San Pedro so I could catch the boat back. On the way he showed me some views and tried to convince me to spend more time with him… anyways I told him I had to get back for dinner and he let me off in town. I had an hour to kill before the next boat back so I chatted with a Swiss backpacking couple by the water.

On the boat ride across the lake I couldn’t stop smiling.

Once I was back on the docks of Santiago where I started, I wandered home, collecting all sorts of street food along the way.

It was amazing to reconnect with the part of myself that wandered for 5/6 years after spending the past 3 years in “normal life” having the things I craved while I was alone on the road: community, a job with purpose, and income. Now I can have both? I am so grateful and will unironically say I’m hashtag blessed to live all the versions of the life I always dreamed of for myself.

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Wandering around Santiago Atitlán in Guatemala

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As someone who grew up next to the ocean and lived near it in Madagascar and New Zealand too, it’s pretty rough living 3 hours away from it now. But at least it’s given me a reason to appreciate Delaware.

And because we don’t go to the ocean that often, Charles doesn’t understand its magic or like it very much! (He was clearly switched at birth). We had to compromise with a 30 foot leash- I could walk in the water and he could walk on the dry sand or wherever he wanted. We only tripped a few runners.

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My new hobby is narrating my dog’s life by song. Follow me on TikTok for more 🙃 @pinkguacamole14

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Managed a walk along the river without Charles dragging me in.

@ Scott’s Run Reserve in Virginia

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Browns and blues.


Black Hill Regional Park, Maryland

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