a picture (or two) a day from every day of my wild adventure to central america.
I awoke from the five hour flight from Newark, New Jersey to Guatemala City, as the flight attendant spoke over the speaker, “Please prepare for landing.” Sleepy-eyed and exhausted from excitement, I sat up in my seat and gazed out the small window two seats down, watching the tiny lights of a new city grow brighter and bigger with each passing moment.
3-2-1 I counted in my head, as I'd done so done so many times before, as the plane was just about to touch the tarmac. A thrill of adventure awakened me as we wandered the airport, and boarded a bus that would take us to some unknown place. In the darkness of Guatemala City, we drove in the night under street lamps and winding roads, approaching ominous yet magical giant forms in the distance: volcanoes. An hour seemed to pass in an instant, as cries of wondrous laughter rang out among the twenty-somethings. Silhouettes of palm fronds swayed as the bus rushed past the humming jungle, and my messy, unbrushed brunette curls danced wildly in the wind from the open bus windows. I leaned back in my seat, with my camera bag in my lap, and breathed with the rhythms of the cobblestone streets.
It was the wonder hour.
i'll be back soon, guate.