“Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar” – nos dice el poeta Antonio Machado.
I need to get better acquainted with Guatemala.
I am doing all of my preliminary work online: reading user forums, perusing articles, and watching home-made, amateur travel videos. There's a used bookstore around the corner from my house, and I will walk over there after lunch and purchase a travel book or two.
My concern is morphing into excitement. I don't know that I gave myself an optimal amount of planning time, but there isn't any reason I should concern myself at this point with such matters. I can only move forward... and by forward, I mean southward.
I just spoke with Janelle, and she's going to help me load up my ipod with movies and audio books for entertainment and distraction while I sit in airports and airplanes. I hate sitting in airports and airplanes.
This is really fun to think about, although my headache (I have no doubt, a result of work-related stress and not a malignant brain tumor) has yet to lift. This is all so entertaining. I am realizing that I don't usually have any excitement in my life. That is an unforgivable sin. I'm not going to sit by passively watching the days of my life blend into one another until it's too late. Even while I'm deep into the research for this upcoming quest, I have to admit that the next trip is already beginning to take shape in the back of my mind. Or, maybe that's the tumor.
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