Expectations

All week I have grown over-bloated with doubt. There is so very little here you can count on. The only sure things I know of are the rain and the incomprehensible traffic. I have been waiting days to purchase my car and for a proper Internet connection. Every day there’s a new excuse, and never a good one. There is an alarming shortage on creativity in Guatemala in this department. Yesterday the cable company told me they couldn’t come to my house because of the rain. Since it rains every day here, I was speechless. I figure the sooner we lose our expectations on anything and anyone, the better life will get.

In Guatemala, the calendar, even time, is but a mere reference point at best, at worst, a boy’s toy watch that never worked.