anthem of a wanderer

setting off for a new frontier
unrevealed is my home,
surrounded by a fence of freedom.

heart swollen with hope,
mind void of expectations,
feet eager to venture.

here i come.

The music of simplicity

The rhythm of clothes swishing against a stonewash covered in soap suds.
The beat of a drum leading a procession of Virgin Mary through the streets.
The chime of bells ringing with every push of the ice cream cart.
The timbre of pebbles crunching under horses' hooves and wooden wheels that move the carriage along.

The music of simplicity.

Kaleidoscope

Different dialects sing together in one voice, different paths converge at one table.

Adventurous spirits and open minds, adoring wives and warm-hearted husbands, earnest smiles and honest souls. Tumbled together and captured by the light.

Beauty is amplified and joy is shared.

Granada

Granada is a beautiful town resting on the shore of Lake Nicaragua. This "gem of the country" draws in the tourists who fill the hostels and sip $1.25 double mojitos on Greengo Street. But Granada's greatest treasure often goes undiscovered because its barried in the barrios unmarked on tourists' maps. But it is here where you find joyful eyes that sparkle like diamonds and pearls of wisdom wrapped around Grandma's words.

It is in these homes where people still rise to the crow of the rooster and wash away the sweat of the day with cool waters poured overhead from a bucket. It is in these streets where kids still roam without parents' apprehension and every adult has the right to lend an ornery child an earful. It is in these kitchens where meals are still prepared over wood-burning fires and clothes are still cleaned with a stone wash and pair of able hands. It is on these patios where neighbors still gather to enjoy the sunset, rocking chairs, and most of all, each other's company.

It is a place that reveals the real pricetag of washing machines and wi-fi hookups, and makes you question whether luxury really leads to leisure. It is a place that makes you miss the simpler times you never knew.

Proclamation of Creation

Proclamation of Creation

The sun emerges from its tent in the heavens like a bridegroom coming forth from his pavillion--his strength beaming unhindered for all the world to behold.

His white laden bride stands glowing at the end of an aisle that sprawls the sky. Drawing her closer into his presence, his might unveils the intricacies of her face.

The sun is like a champion rejoicing to run his course, radiating with every step of his victory lap. His faithful witness always present in the celestial stands to lead the crowd in ascribing him glory and splendor.

And when he moves on to race a new course, and others are apt to forget his feat, she lingers behind as a reminder, relecting his light amidst the night´s darkness.

Declaration of Glory

But the lover and his beloved cry out from the altar to the ends of the earth. They tell of another groom and his bride. His love for her so lavish is breathed life into her soul so that now she stands before him: her beauty having never been more brilliant.

And the champion and his devoted showcase knowledge from which all the world shall draw. They know of another victory and his follower; he defeated his opponent and finished his course with perfection. He has gone on to receive his crown in another champion´s circle, having promised to return. But in his absence she remains to testify to his triumph, extending his praise so that others might anticipate his return.

Dancing Alone

What's the point of dancing together with our bodies perfectly in sync, moving as one to the beat of the music, if you don't gaze into my eyes to discover the rhythm of my heart?

And why lend me your strength with our palms pressed close or guide my steps with your gentle touch on the small of my back if you don't whisper in my ear to assure my mind that you are near?

The music got me into your arms, but that alone cannot keep me here.