Remember this post? In which I prayed I wouldn’t die in a car crash on my way to Semuc Champey? Or this post — in which I tell the tale of rocks slides and candlelit caves? Well. After all that, I pretty much felt I should sit and appreciate the fact of living. If there’s one thing taking a road trip in a developing country will do for you, it’s that. You simply appreciate waking up in the morning.
As my journal will account, after spending time at Semuc, I did just that:
July 17, 2012
I don’t have much to report today. I made no plans other than to wake up. I’ve been sitting on the balcony overlooking the river the past few hours staring at the water moving by. I’ve also watched a group of half naked women wash their clothes in the river. Apparently this is an all day endeavor. I heard them hitting the clothes against the rocks when I got up at 6am, and they were still out there doing laundry at 1pm. With the intensity of their smacking clothes against river rocks, I’d say these ladies were either bitter that they had to be out there doing the wash at all or, at the least, they were getting one hell of an upper body workout. I also got to be a spectator as a few people bathed in the water. And here I was complaining about cold water showers — they don’t even have showers! Which, by the way, I think I’d kill for a hot shower right about now. I head out of Semuc Champey tomorrow, and I will be happy to get some warm water running over me. Granted, it probably won’t be hot, as that doesn’t exactly seem possible in Guatemala. I’ve nearly run out of hope for a steamy shower. Though I figure it’s always good when you leave your own home to visit some place entirely new, only to realize how fortunate you are. I mean, I have hot water in my shower every day, all day, and I have a washing machine! Thank goodness.
In my long bouts of sitting this morning, I managed to finish one of the books I’ve been reading (a book about a woman doctor that moved to Saudi Arabia to practice medicine). Her writing made me want to scream a little (how many adjectives could one have in a single sentence?), but the story itself was actually very interesting. Now I’ve moved on to Wild by Cheryl Strayed, a book about her somewhat impromptu, solo hike up the Pacific Crest Trail. Thus far, Wild is an amazing read. I highly recommend it!
Other than that, I’m calling this one a lazy day. Travel has a way of sucking the energy right out of you, and this is one of those days in which I have none. Sometimes you have to sit and soak it all in. Today, I soak.