Its been a solid month since my last post and I have a boat load of excuses. Income tax season always comes with it’s own complications. Throw in a Mac Book Pro crash, a few business woes and a trip abroad. Even super man would have a hard time lifting the blogging pen. As the dust settles I find that Spring is exploding all around me and I’m ready to get back in the groove. I’ve got a lot of irons in the fire artistically speaking. I have two canvases on the easel and many more on deck. Our video business is evolving as we await our television debut (One of Our Videos will appear on Arts District, a weekly show on Rocky Mt. PBS – 5/7/15) and our trip to Guatemala for Semana Santa (Holy Week) has filled my inspiration bucket with an abundance of inspiration. I can’t wait to share it all with you. Our Daughter has been living in Guatemala for almost four years and I’m ashamed to say that We’ve been too busy during that period of time to visit her, until now. Easter is a magic time in a land of Volcanos and Coffee. Experiencing it with Jessica, from the perspective of an Expat was really special. Tammy (my Wife) and I have been drawn to Mexico and Central America over the years and have always managed to find ourselves in places where English is used, at least enough for us to get by. I can say that we would have had a very difficult time on this trip, had it not been for Jessica’s understanding of the culture and native language of Guatemala. Note to Self: Learn Spanish.
As we approached, the lights of Central America’s most populous city were an impressive sight. Traffic lined Streets and Avenues weave their way through the hills and valleys, stitching a luminous quilt of light over the darkened land. Over 4.5 Million People live in the greater metropolitan area of Guatemala City, a melting pot of the Indigenous Mayan and Spanish Cultures. Once on the ground, we gathered our luggage, made our way through customs and looked for Jessica’s welcoming face in a crowd at the terminal exit. First impressions included brightly lit advertising signs everywhere, Motorcycles delivering fast food, stop signs (Alto) that mean go, razor wire everywhere and armed guards in front of businesses….Oh how I’ve missed the exhilaration of culture shock.
In all, we spent eight nights in Guatemala including two in the city, three at Lake Atitlan and three in Antigua. Our adventures would take us to Jessica’s home and workplace, to the crowded markets of Zone One and to the winding and hazard filled roads through the highlands. We would ride water taxis from village to village, hike among waterfall’s, spider-monkeys and bamboo at Lake Atitlan. We would witness and participate in the pomp and pageantry of Holy Week in one of the most picturesque places I’ve ever seen, Antigua. In all, I have way too much to share in one post. I’ll be breaking down my show and tell into a series of posts over the next few weeks. I hope you enjoy.