I sit here now in my original hometown of Carson City, NV at my mother’s home having finally come full circle back to where I began. I have a lot I could say but I’m going to keep this post short and simple. After leaving Jordan and Antigua at four in the morning, I arrived at the Guatemalan International Airport about three hours before I was scheduled to leave. I occupied myself for a while and then was sitting about ten minutes before boarding my plane. This man who looked as if he could have been a local and dressed in full cowboy gear sat next to me and began rooting through his bag. He gave a start and then flicked this small thing onto the terminal floor. It appeared to be long dark insect. But as it began to move and people started to cry out in surprise it became clear it was actually a real live scorpion! It was only about an inch long and probably didn’t pose a real threat to anything larger than a grasshopper, but I found it amusing that a live scorpion was running around the airport. Some kid stomped it to death pretty quickly.
My flight was short an uneventful and I landed in Los Angeles, CA and departed the plane. It took about an hour and a half to get through customs and get my lugage, which I swear was next to the last one off the plane. I stumbled out into the waiting arms of my mom and her brother Joel who lives in L.A. with his partner John. We had a fun evening wandering around the Grove and Farmer’s Market, eating great food and pointing out what John likes to call WAM’s: Waiter/Actor/Models.
The next morning my mom and I drove Las Vegas, NV where my little sister Grace had just started her first semster at UNLV. We met her, my step-dad Randy, my step-sister April, her husband Steve, and nearly two-year old daughter Devin. We spent two nights chilling out and enjoying the ridiculous hot weather, impressive suite at the Rio, and some tasty drinks: martinis for the older crowd, strawberry daiquris for me.
And today we left early to make the long drive back to Carson. For those of you who don’t know Nevada, this is one of the most boring drives you can ever make. Picture long dusty highways surrounded by barren ugly desert for miles and miles. They probably could have built the road to go straight there, but I think they included a few turns here and there to keep the driver from falling asleep.
And now the my journey comes to a final close and the next stage of life can begin, after a lenghty rest of course. I still have one more post coming up though so don’t write me off just yet! I’ve also put up some more picture of Caxijay so be sure to check them out too. Later all!
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