The Wormlips Scrapbook

My sister’s lobster died. She’s keeping it in the freezer till the ground thaws and she can give it a proper burial.

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NOOOoooooo. I don’t want to go home. You can’t make me. Just one more week, or maybe two.

Here are some final pictures of Antigua.

Now I’m done with this dumb old travel diary. Whoever thought it was a good idea anyway. Whatever.

I woke up in the middle of the night with a bad sore throat. Now I’m awake and I feel Definitely Not Well Everywhere.

Don Toño’s taking me to the airport around 1:00. Breakfast in town with Maria before that. Maybe go buy bread and rum to bring home.

Whatever. Who likes dumb old traveling anyway. Now I get to go home and throw toilet paper in the toilet again.

I don’t understand how Guatemalans can be so gracious and open-hearted in the midst of all their hardship. Their country is equally complex: harsh and beautiful. I’ve been lucky to be here. I wonder if I’ll ever get to come back again. I hope so.

Que les vaya bien.

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In celebration of El Día del Cariño, I wandered through Antigua seeking love symbols of love. I got the idea from looking at my knee this morning (see first picture); the last image is the e-mailed Valentine I got from Bulwinkle this afternoon.

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