The traveler was active; he went strenuously in search of people, of adventure, of experience. The tourist is passive; he expects interesting things to happen to him. He goes sight-seeing. – Daniel J. Boorstin
Week numero tres of Spanish lessons, and I’m on the verge of dreaming in the language that has surrounded me for the past month. Alex, you would be quite proud, meastra. Some days, the lessons are productive and I feel confident in my conversational skills, while others I feel as though I’m not much further than when I began at the beginning of the month and sadly enough, temper tantrums are unavoidable as I am on the ground flailing my limbs in all directions, completely unconsolable.
Tuesday afternoon, just thirty-five minutes before class ends, there is a massive power outage surrounding all of Lago de Atitlan. Since I have been here, I have experienced brief rolling blackouts that have lasted every where from a few seconds to a few minutes, but this time without any weather as a causation to the current condition, it was apparent people were preparing for a longer period of the situation. The first night without power brings an uncanny sensation, and, while in total darkness, there is also a sense of peace, free of technology and our reliability on them. Unable to sleep without a night light, and without my Teddy Ruxpin adventure buddy, I settle in for a long night. If only I had my race car bed, I'd be on cruise control to some wicked sweet dreams.