I am sitting here in the living room of the Manna house, struggling to decide on what to write my blog entry. Somehow, even though only five days have passed, I already feel like I have been in Guatemala for years. I’m having difficulty because I don’t want to sound too corny and emotional about my experiences here yet—since I know that soon enough I won’t be able to help myself.
So I stare out the window of the living room: at the vultures gliding around below in the bright morning; at the oh-so-blue lake in the distance and the volcano behind it; at the white clouds that hide the horizon, that hide the rest of the Guatemalan beauty that I have yet to discover.
I stare out the window and wonder how to capture Guatemala in words.