I didn’t have much of a plan when I started out this trip, I kind of figured that I’d just head south and within about six months I’d find myself in South America. The table I write this from sits in Panama, clearly I’ve miss calculated.
Two weeks in Mexico, which was “all just like Cancun anyway” turned into nearly two months, a menagerie of places and foods so very different from each other. I yearn to return to the land of mole rojo.
A few weeks of learning Spanish in Guatemala became a few months of living in Xela due to a broken foot, but I would have stayed there anyway to become a guide with Quetzaltrekkers Guatemala.
My experiences in Xela inspired me to trying living elsewhere and thus found myself becoming a hiking guide in Leon with Quetzaltrekkers Nicaragua.
Plans to stay in a place for a few days often became a week and plans for a week would become three. It was a rare occurrence when how long I’d be in a place coincided in any way with what I’d anticipated at the forefront, or for that matter, what I thought I’d do there.
It wasn’t the places however that made this past year what it’s been, nor was it the people, however influential some of them were. What I’ve truly taken from this year were a few fundamental lessons on life and who I am.
It’s Important to Slow Down
In Canada I had a tendency to live life at the pace of a bullet train. I’m not talking about staying active or having friends, or even going out a lot. I mean, I tended to be very reactive; I’d lose focus on what I was doing, go off on a tangent, or start working on something else entirely…….