Evening - Loving LifeI love the quaint little town of Flores. It is set on an island in Lago de Peten Itza and covered with narrow streets and colorful houses. We took a leisurely afternoon stroll along the edge of the island and, to my delight, it only took 25 minutes to go full circle.
We found a pleasant room at a friendly place named Hospedaje Dona Goya where I proceeded to spend much of my afternoons and evenings on the roof, where there was a thatched roof under which I took siestas, read my book, or simply gazed out over the lake.
The next morning - Hating Life
A long, frustrating, horrible night. From the moment I lie down until even now mid-morning, my legs and feet have been screaming. No matter how much I itch, any form of relief is simply nonexistent. Throughtout the night, I found myself unable to sleep - a slave to the bites that I have amassed. I silently curse the entire Central American realm of sand flies, mosquitos, bed bugs and who knows what else. I have never known itching of this magnitude and, even though I'm severely sleep-deprived and on the verge of a complete nervous breakdown, I find myself on the cusp of laughter.
The next morning - Hating LifeA long, frustrating, horrible night. From the moment I lie down until even now mid-morning, my legs and feet have been screaming. No matter how much I itch, any form of relief is simply nonexistent. Throughtout the night, I found myself unable to sleep - a slave to the bites that I have amassed. I silently curse the entire Central American realm of sand flies, mosquitos, bed bugs and who knows what else. I have never known itching of this magnitude and, even though I'm severely sleep-deprived and on the verge of a complete nervous breakdown, I find myself on the cusp of laughter.
This is, after all, what I wanted. An adventure? Adventures are not made up of easy travels and idyllic situations. No! Adventures are in fact the bug bites that keep you up all night, all but scratching your skin to shreds in that all-encompassing "hurts so bad yet feels so good" mentality. Adventure is that stomach bug in Roatan that has you running full speed to the bathroom again, and again, and again. It is the long and arduous travel days and the boring and monotonous rest days. Adventure is what I wanted and, like it or not, it is what I am not struck with.
I know the itching will eventually subside, and perhaps someday soon I will find myself completely free of bug bites. But I will always have the story.
Whatever else Central America has for me, I am ready.
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