We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand. — Randy Pausch
Thursday, July 5, 2012 (DAYS 123 – 126)
Backpacking brings new faces on a daily basis, if not hourly, and the new faces quickly become new friends as we share in all that life has brought us to the present moment in time where we find ourselves, which just happens to be San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua. I was saddened on waking up heading out for brekkie to find a lovely hand written note from Nikki, my Kiwi/Aussie friend that she had left earlier in the morning for Omete. Her note highly encouraged me to join her in the Corn Islands on the Caribbean side of Nicaragua, but I am finding it harder and harder to pull myself away from a place that I have grown to become a familiar face around the small beach town. I have realized how incredible it is in where life takes me and what or where I could be in the numerous paths that life can lead me down, but have learned to grasp hold of how significant it is to appreciate the every day happenings and experiences I am fortunate enough to have lived even prior to leaving the United States.
Backpacking brings new faces on a daily basis, if not hourly, and the new faces quickly become new friends as we share in all that life has brought us to the present moment in time where we find ourselves, which just happens to be San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua. I was saddened on waking up heading out for brekkie to find a lovely hand written note from Nikki, my Kiwi/Aussie friend that she had left earlier in the morning for Omete. Her note highly encouraged me to join her in the Corn Islands on the Caribbean side of Nicaragua, but I am finding it harder and harder to pull myself away from a place that I have grown to become a familiar face around the small beach town. I have realized how incredible it is in where life takes me and what or where I could be in the numerous paths that life can lead me down, but have learned to grasp hold of how significant it is to appreciate the every day happenings and experiences I am fortunate enough to have lived even prior to leaving the United States.
One of the paths that life has previously taken me, which is one of my fondest memories growing up, was the genuine garage band that we started in Westminster, Colorado on Quigley Street. The formation of Shoe Shine Johnny was the inception of two childhood friends John Griffin and Dave Michalak, along with our drummer Ryan Hawk thanks to the introduction by Sara Bang. Our attempt at rock star status never fully matured to the aspirations that we dreamed of, but the experience of creating music and playing shows, even to just a handful of people at times, to me, is a priceless memory that I will forever be grateful to the guys for what it was during those two years together, because for us it was always about way more than just the music.
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