We were 40 miles from Denver. The airy clouds below gave way to an unworldly spectacle that only the divine truly deserve to see. The steep ridgeback Colorado Rockies ran across the land in utter dominance, greeting me with their grandeur. The snow packed peaks glistened, and reminded me that I was actually not in a metal cylinder in sky... I was home.
There comes a time in everyone's travels when, sooner or later, they must return home. For whatever reason or for how long it doesn't matter much. This is a time when you must leave one journey behind to begin another. It's a chance to push reset and start anew, to look back and dream ahead. But a homecoming also comes with saying many goodbyes and in turn I must say mine.
From crest to coast, Guatemala is clearly a place of intrinsic natural artistry, and it's been my great pleasure to experience these revaluations of culture both past and present, nature both wild and tamed; Revaluations of adventure, of friendship, of pleasure, of hardship and emotion, I am thankful for the time I've had here. To all the places I've been and to all people I met along the way I bid you a heartfelt goodbye, and I hope someday our paths will cross again.
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