Wings Guatemala with Susan Cushman

Susan Cushman Susan Cushman grew up in Green Bay, Wisconsin, and spent much of her childhood at her family’s beloved cottage on Lake Michigan, just south of the Sturgeon Bay canal. After graduating [...]

Getting There: Travel Days in Belize and Guatemala

Leroy Fuller sells fish and spots taxis We call them Travel Days, even though you might think all our days are traveling days. On our Travel Days, we are not visiting a place, [...]

By |2013-07-26T17:50:27-05:00July 25, 2013|Categories: Belize, Guatemala, North America|2 Comments

Home at Last, The End of the El Mirador Odyssey

The magnificent seven intrepid explorers, plus Eric. From left, Ana Maria, Simon, Eric, your hero, Kris, Ander, David, and Carlos. This is Chapter Ten of the El Mirador Odyssey, and since it only [...]

By |2013-07-29T18:19:39-05:00July 16, 2013|Categories: Guatemala, North America|Tags: |9 Comments

The Road to El Mirador, Part Six

So Eric and I walked along toward El Mirador. And except for constantly hiking up my pants which were being pulled down by the water bladder, things were going much better. Soon after he relieved me of my camera bag, the path became a lot smoother--packed soil strewn with leaves mostly.

By |2013-07-29T18:21:57-05:00July 1, 2013|Categories: Guatemala, North America|Tags: |11 Comments

The Road to El Mirador, Part Five

As I was staggering in the heat toward El Mirador, I thought back to a couple of hours earlier when Maria had stopped us all about ten minutes into the walk. She had gathered us in a circle, asked us all to bow our heads, and then offered a rather long prayer to Jesus to protect us and guide us in our walk into the jungle.

“Jesus?” I thought at the time. “I have to rely on Jesus? I thought that’s what Maria and Eric were for.”

By |2013-07-29T18:22:32-05:00June 27, 2013|Categories: Guatemala, North America|Tags: |11 Comments

The Road to El Mirador, Part 4

I’ve been dreading writing installment four of My Death March to El Mirador almost as much as I dreaded actually doing it. In general, we love what we’re doing, and don’t mind so much the “travel days” when we actually have to schlep bags to a train station or airport and give up the comfort of a hotel room for the discomfort of actually moving.

By |2013-07-29T18:23:13-05:00June 19, 2013|Categories: Guatemala, North America|Tags: |8 Comments

The Way to El Mirador, Part Tres

We were finally on the road, eggs and all, although I didn’t have much faith that the eggs would actually make it to Carmelita. In Mexico and Guatemala there are almost no traffic cops. There aren’t many traffic signs either. What both countries do have in abundance, though, is speed bumps. And, by speed bumps, I mean hard, sharp concrete tank traps at seemingly random spots in the highway where somebody, for some reason, wants you to slow down.

By |2013-07-29T18:23:39-05:00June 5, 2013|Categories: Guatemala, North America|Tags: |11 Comments