With and without words. I´m finding myself more without. Listening to Chris and Zach communicate is inspiring to learn the language, to cross cultural bounds and to make necessary connections, but how far does this get us? Five of the women in the village we arranged to stay speak Spanish. The others speak their native dialect, one of many of Mayan descent. I feel as though the silent observer and I can´t help but hold a smile. All is somehow new and the same, language both the barrier and the connection. I want to explain myself but my want subsides and for now I can only attempt to listen. I rely on what I see and feel, what appears before and stirs within.
All is well. We are healthy thus far. I think last night was the best and one of the most interesting nights I´ve had all year. It seems the break from routine has opened a hole from which dreams fall through.
At this point in the trip, I am left with only more questions. We are two days in, finishing our arrangements and preperations for the many weeks ahead of us. I am excited to uncover the story as it goes.