BackpackerMom

Ok, I’m going to give you the long and the short, although I’ll stick to the short.

One day, many moons ago, I got fed up with my lifestyle in NYC and decided it was time to seek the world of bigger and better things. So I did the most logical thing: I packed up my backpack and got on a greyhound heading west (to Cali) and then south (to Mexico). I did great for 4 months partying it up, hitch hiking throughout Mexico as though I was invincible, and doing other unholy acts. After a while I kept on hearing the best and cheapest Spanish classes this side of the planet were in Guatemala. So I shrugged my shoulders and said: “why not, I’ve got nothing better to do.” Mind you I knew only one thing about Guatemala at that point: It’s dangerous!!!!!!!

After my fun stay in Belize I boarded a bus to the border of Guatemala. Once again, the only sources of info I had was other backpackers telling me how horribly dangerous it is and that this many girls were raped, and this many people were shot, and so many people robbed. But off I went to the ruins of Tikal because I knew that was the only Mayan ruin on the Maya trial that permitted you to see it at sunset and sunrise. That in itself should have stopped me. Why? Because with each sunset comes darkness and logically thinking to be at the ruin for sunrise you had to get there in the darkness. I had no flashlight and no method of acquiring one. But, off I went anyways.

Ten minutes into my stay, a Latin boy, camping next to me, crawled out of his tent and started talking in perfect English to me. He was my first Guatemalan encounter and I became smittened almost immediately. So the long story short, we fell in love. It was by no means instant, but since I had no time limit and no where to go I let things happen. Two years later we were married in the States, and then moved to Costa Rica because he had a grant to get his masters degree in Wildlife Management. And being a little wild and daring ourselves we chose, voluntarily, to dive into a whole new world–parenthood.

But like the old proverb says: you can take the girl out of traveling, but you can’t take the traveling out of the girl. So, this blog will chronicle my many, many traveling adventures throughout Costa Rica and Central America. And in the, not so near, future: Europe.

FYI I’m quiet knowledge on all of Central America because I’ve been hanging around these parts for well over 6 years, so feel free to ASK ME ANYTHING!!! and it doesn’t have to be only about kids and traveling. It can be everything!!!!!!!!