Guatemala: Daring Together
I’m watching the fog out of the corner of my eye as it starts rolling in over the mountains. “Please, we must go,” my usually relaxed taxi driver says for the fifth time in an hour. It’s the coldest and most rainy time of year in Guatemala right now and that means fog. Thick and swirling over mountaintops, swirling up the valleys and lake areas. Although most roads between the towns are paved, there are few streetlights or road reflectors so fog means no driving.
We were supposed to leave two hours ago but I’m with a group in the highlands that weaves vibrant brocade designs on backstrap looms and it’s all so beautiful I can’t seem to walk away. I want to apply their gorgeous story-telling traditions to everything, to show it to everyone, to wrap myself up in it. Inspiration doesn’t care about fog. Sometimes it seems to flourish in those final minutes when you’re supposed to wrap things up.
above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you
because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely
places. those who don’t believe in magic will never find it. | roald dahl