I’ll confess that all I ever need to hear are the words “Do you want to go?” and I’m ready and willing, passport in
hand. I have yet to take an international trip I wish I hadn’t attempted. I’m always excited. At first. Then the reality sets in. Exactly “why” did I think this was a good idea? Exactly “how” did I think I would find the time to go when I have so many deadlines to meet?
Exactly “who” is going to be willing to take one mischievous beagle puppy for ten endless days?
Somehow, things always fall in place, just as they did this time when I decided to go to Guatemala. And from each encounter with a new culture, I learn something about myself that I didn’t know before, as well as a lot about this amazing world we live in.
All of us need new information and experiences to grow. Writers need an extra helping or our work turns stale and our imaginations run dry. What better way to receive both than to travel?
So as you read this, I’ve probably just come back to Antigua from Chichicastenango in Guatemala’s highlands, where I visited and enjoyed their famous market. Most of my trip will already be over, and the stories will be settling into place and shading the writing to come.
I am sure I will be thrilled I made the effort. And Nemo will be thrilled to see me again.