“Thank you for your medicine, your positive energy and the
joy you bring to Mexico.”
The sun had set hours ago behind the Teotihuacan pyramids,
as Gorilla, our tour and spirit guide bid us farewell. Our bus wound it’s way around vibrantly
decorated homes towards the highway.
The scenery slowly began to change; from the simplistic,
cheerful dwellings of Gorilla’s neighborhood, to the grey-toned concrete of the
modern world. But even as we left,
I don’t think there was one pe...
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After a while of traveling in foreign countries, you begin to realize that it's not just your luggage that can get lost. When you don't speak the language, you loose your ability to speak. If you can't decipher the written word, you loose your ability to read. And if you can't read the signs to know where you're going, you yourself can get lost. It can be a bit overwhelming, and at times humiliating, but I'm sure even Odysseus experienced frustration on his adventurous travels. This blog is my account of my travels. Hopefully, my blunders will assure others that they are not the only ones lost in translation.
