A day without laughter is a day wasted. – Charlie Chaplin
Monday, April 9, 2012 (DAYS 36-41)
These uneventful days are beginning to wear on me, and, like any addict, I am growing restless in my withdrawal symptoms of the road. I miss the weight of my pack, the comradery of hostels, exploring new places, and of course, sarcastically mocking new people–I mean what is the point of travel if not to make new friends in the process as you congratulate them for listening to Kenny G while wearing a Notorious B.I.G. t-shirt as they cling tightly to a prized neon green fanny pack while pulling out their velcro wallet that has 2Legit2Quit embroidered unevenly down the side. I tell you, I don’t want to live in a world that doesn’t stand and applaude these individuals. Shameful, I know. I really should have brought my velcro walltet to be accepted and embraced as a local.
Despite the loss of guests and new reservations I have yet to lose my vigor for finding humor in absolutely everything, but continue to use this welcomed opportunity to catch up on documenting my experiences in my pursuit of the artistic balance of adventure and, that of a novice writer. I still wonder exactly how many people continue to read my blogs joining me in my great journey thus far. It would be helpful to receive comments or virtual hugs so I know that I have an audience and that I am appreciated more than Joseph Gayetty. Who? Exactly.
These uneventful days are beginning to wear on me, and, like any addict, I am growing restless in my withdrawal symptoms of the road. I miss the weight of my pack, the comradery of hostels, exploring new places, and of course, sarcastically mocking new people–I mean what is the point of travel if not to make new friends in the process as you congratulate them for listening to Kenny G while wearing a Notorious B.I.G. t-shirt as they cling tightly to a prized neon green fanny pack while pulling out their velcro wallet that has 2Legit2Quit embroidered unevenly down the side. I tell you, I don’t want to live in a world that doesn’t stand and applaude these individuals. Shameful, I know. I really should have brought my velcro walltet to be accepted and embraced as a local.
Despite the loss of guests and new reservations I have yet to lose my vigor for finding humor in absolutely everything, but continue to use this welcomed opportunity to catch up on documenting my experiences in my pursuit of the artistic balance of adventure and, that of a novice writer. I still wonder exactly how many people continue to read my blogs joining me in my great journey thus far. It would be helpful to receive comments or virtual hugs so I know that I have an audience and that I am appreciated more than Joseph Gayetty. Who? Exactly.
Today, I have met a new friend that has the same dry sarcastic humor as myself, Armando. A native of Miami, Florida he is the epitomy of the regions stereotype, a mixture of Cuban and Puerto Rican bloodlines with a slight Spanish accent that adds to the flare of his character, he reminds of many of my friends back home. Upon our first encounter, thinking I was in the presence of a celebrity, I secretly took more than a dozen photographs of him until I realized he is not the infamous Elian Gonzalez. What an absolute loser and a pathetic one at that–how could I be such a moron. Still, he has become my new partner in crime and it appears that when I leave the Finca of Poptun we will be traveling together to Honduras, well that’s the plan at least for now, but could easily change in the next few days, weeks, or even hours as I’ve adopted the traveler’s sense of failure to commit to any one specific course of action or plan. I know my ex-girlfriends appreciate this admission of honesty and guilt.
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