The Wormlips Scrapbook

All last night the wind sounded like canon blasts. It was dramatic if not soporific. At 7:00 a.m. sharp the revival began anew, possibly with even more enthusiasm than last night. I gave up on sleep and padded barefoot down the stone stairs for coffee. On my way, I smiled at a piece of black [...]

This morning I said goodbye to Luis, my ever-reliable tuc-tuc driver, whom it has been a pleasure to see each morning (though sleeping late would have been more of a pleasure). Here’s some tuc-tuc information for you: Luis pays 200 quetzales in rental a day (around $26), plus gas. At 15 quetzales a fare, it [...]

I just plain didn’t feel like going to school today. I did everything I could to divert my teacher’s attention from imperfect verbs. I don’t know why I was so ornery but maybe it was because of last night’s dream: I’d returned to high school to study Latin with my old friends Pat and Kate. [...]