Wow, as I sit and wonder how I could possible put to words the feelings I feel so deeply in my chest a mayan woman dressed in her beatiful atire, bursting with viberance and color walks a pig down the street and I simply know all I must to do is write about a few adventures and experiences I have placed inside my bag of stories and directly into my heart. I am in the Guatamalan Highlands right now, in the little town of Chi Chi and tomarrow morning Scott and I are head to live with a small mayan community in this quilted landscape of awe and brillantly loved farming landscapes. We have befriend an amazing and strong man that is helping different mayan communities around Lake Atilan and he has set up us for a homestay and we are going to help with various community projects and see and live how the mayan do. It is so incredible and quite funny to me because I came to central america for a few reasons, to strengthen some good roots (my good friends, from forever) of the tree I am, experience life from other rooted cultures live life and help the communties I find myself with, all of which will change mylife and further empower myself, por su puesto. So I have been traveling with 5 of my bestest friends in Nicaragua, learning from good folk all along the way. In Nicaragua I reunited with a good friend and fellow CANista Taylor and we all had a wonderful opportunity to learn plant medicine and work on in agroforestry (food forest farm) . Planting coffee, drink coffe, share food and life and celibrating merrily. From Nicaragua we traveled to old mayan ruins a poco gringo but always connecting with the locals, I learned all about different trees and about the old ways of the Maya. Traveling now for a little over two weeks I have experienced some amazing things, even with such a large group. One day my friends and I voyaged to the top of a volcano only to experience the shere magnifigance of lava. Where fire and sun melted rock to act like a river and flow out of a gaint mountain. We toasted bagels over the lava and celibrated life with bagels and creamcheese staring into liquidfire and looking into grand distances of vistas hermosas of forests and bursting clouds and other towering and majestic volcanos in the distance. Yesterday I snuck away from my friends to call the woman I love and came back an hour late, so Scott and I had to run to catch the last bus, and hanging on the back as it drove away only to break down a few miles later, three Guatemalan Ladies joked that I should show some leg and so I did and to toot my horn, a truck pulled over and so we jumped in the back of a truck with fifteen others, (the way people travel here) to make it to a little town. Only to arrive an hour too late for the next bus so we stumbled upon a quaint resteraunt to enjoy good chirizo tacos and talked about the importance of community and how to really go about creating/strengthen them. We walked to a hotel near by a little to price of our pockets so we bartered with them to sleep outside and camp for good price, to only to discovered by a man that felt bad that we were out in the cold, not understanding that we enjoy nights like this he invinted us in and soo over a cerveza or two we talked all about life, different cultures and thier relationship to the earth. We learned that he was mayan and we talked all about our desires in life, what we are studding being students of life and basically score this opportunity of a life time to live with a good community and share life for awhile. I will write more in a little bit and will also fill in more for there is soo much, especially when my belly rumbles for some good handmade toritillas, and my friend scott looks weirry as I type these feelings and thoughts. I am simple being in the constant state of giving my gratitudes to this amazing life, full of soo much love, compassion, beatiful people and this mama of an earth.
Adios con paz y amor,
David
out on the weekend... 
