We are still in Guatemala and it is hot. Here you never here any one complaining about global warming they just say if you say it hot it’s summer time. Here it’s still people taking care of themselves and the people that live in the hills or jungles here still get to their village a lot on horse or mules. Here is a pack saddle used to pack a mule or horse to get supplies back to their house.
When Pam and I were helping with a charity we help start here putting solar panels in schools and clinics in the back country we used pack mules to pack in the battery and stuff we needed. Some times taking hours on a mule to get there. Pam and I don’t drink or smoke and didn’t come here to smoke weed and claim to be in paradise. Hearing that we are living in paradise from some one smoking weed has got old. What Pam and I like being here is seeing the country and it’s people. Taking a van going some where called a clolitvo with people hanging out the side door with people on top holding someone’s kid and they are still trying to pack one more in makes me fell alive. Going up in the hills or back country and seeing the people living their way is the best of our travels. We are working on our boat Pamela Ann you can guess where we came up with the name as we built all 26 ton of her. In the old days a lot of schooner were named after the women of a man’s dreams be it his wife or mistress. If you’re around Pam very long you know I’m not man enough to have her as a wife and a mistress too. 57 years and going strong. The streets are crowed and life is going on here again.
You buy your clothes on the street here and vegetables are piled high but the vegetables are mostly what won’t ship or what won’t sell in the states and they ship down here. A women in the US won’t buy a cabbage so big that it won’t go in a 5 gallon bucket. If you complain they will ask how big or small you want and cut you a piece to size. Cabbage that big is just not good unless you’re smoking weed then it’s back to living in paradise. We will be leaving our boat here in a few weeks and going back to our other world for the summer. Back to our little house in Kansas back to our old 49 year old truck. Back to our garden and back to our art studio. I have a show coming up in the last of the summer and it’s all my art. I ask people because we built our boat all of it and drew the plans. When does a boat become a boat. What day minute or second do you cross the line and it becomes a boat. Apply this to becoming an artist. I have sold some in my life but not enough to make a living. At what time in my life do I cross that line and I’m not just boat trash but now I’m an artist with a boat. I don’t feel my age so much until I see myself in a mirror so I stay away from mirrors and the adventure of life goes on with Pam always there as we look for our next adventure.






