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Is this cheating? (Drive Day 46 minus 14 years)
The casita complex comes with caretakers, guards, gardeners and a cook Shawn and Susie call Dona Vasilia. Who lets us tag along on her daily trips to market where we buy the food she needs. Like bags of dried hibiscus flowers for “Rosa de Jamaica” punch and thankfully pre-slaughtered chicken for cilantro enchiladas. We happily peel skins off roasted peppers and mortar-the-pestle out of dried seeds.
Tonight there are no dead bugs or butterflies caught in the truck’s grill for Gary to sketch. So in his journal he affixes a more satisfying memento of a marvelous day.
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Gringotenango (Drive Day 45 minus 14 years)
It’s easy to see how Lake Atitlan’s biggest town, Panajachel, got its nickname. After the solitude and desolation of the highlands, billboards advertising yoga retreats and internet cafes seem comfortingly tacky. Thirty years ago my family could camp safely on the beach itself but this time backpackers we first met in Mexico warn us off – their tent got robbed, along with all their food. So for the first time since leaving North America, I’m going to try something that makes my Midwestern husband feel utterly uncomfortable. I find a phone booth and call the son of a relative’s friend – essentially a stranger whose hospitality was promised by someone we’ve met exactly once. I call it my new “say yes, nothing to lose” philosophy.
It turns out all-but-a-stranger Shawn has a delightful girlfriend Susie, and access to a private casita far from the touristy town. So Gary gets a chance to capture this view of Lake Atitlan.
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Towns that sound like double Dutch rhymes (Drive Day 44 minus 14 years)
Guatemala’s towns are sing-along rhythmic – Huehuetenango, Chichicastenango and now we’re coming up on Solala. Ti and do to go – but then the truck joins in with a more ominous sound. We park a gravel stream bed to check out the damage and discover the camper has slid an inch and a half to the right in the truck’s bed. We ratchet it up on its built-in four jacks and Gary serves as counterweight, gripping a tie-down cable like he’s rappelling down the face of a steel mountain. When he yells ready, I wedge a few river rocks under the belly of the Avion, same theory as stabilizing a wobbly café table with a wad to napkins. Make that a 2,500 pound table, but it’s symmetrical again. For now.
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Sites and sights of slaughter (Drive Day 43 minus 14 years)
Ten thousand feet in the Cuchumantanes mountains we stop at a scenic vista. It marks the spot of another massacre in Guatemala’s decades-long civil war – which they should probably rename the government war against indigenous peoples, considering 80% of all deaths were natives. The place is so desolate it’s as if these people never existed. Except for the wildflowers that mark the spot – blood red kniphofia.
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Salvation by four-wheel drive (Drive Day 42 minus 14 years)
Wipeout’s nerves are worsening. She started having panic attacks in Cristobal, triggered by the fireworks and thunderstorms at night. Here in Todos Santos, it is screaming preachers who drive her to biting herself bloody. They are Pentecostal fundamentalists, ranting through a tiny chapel rigged with loudspeakers across the fields. It is 65 degrees and at 7,832 feet we are in a tin can echo chamber. I have never been more grateful for 4-wheel drive – just to get us out of here.
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All Saints and little devils (Drive Day 41 minus 14 years)
As road trip veterans, we have a lot to learn. Like how to put the truck into four-wheel drive when the road into Todos Santos becomes a dirt path through washouts and landslides. I read aloud from the manual stashed in the glove compartment while Gary gets muddy. I am also the one who negotiates with a farmer to camp in a field I assume is his. I am also the one who pays a pack of adorable little boys to guard Wipeout while Gary and I hike into town for its famous market day.
But it is Gary who figures out why the little angels turn into devils when we return – pelting the camper with mud clots, poking sticks at Wipeout, stealing our steps and demanding more money. The change I showered them with hours earlier? All Mexican coins, useless even for candy in the land of Mam.
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First night in Guatemala and way way to go (Drive Day 40 minus 14 years)
We pick a mountain crossing into Guatemala because the guide books call it more laid back than the search-and-frisk frenzy of more coastal border stops. It is so laid back I can’t tell where the immigration officers are and Wipeout and I set out on foot to find someone to officially stamp our passports and carnet while Gary waits for our house on wheels to be fumigated. In a small building stacked with chicken crates waiting to cross into Mexico (run chickens, run!) the guard points to Wipeout. I open the file with her visa, filled in with today’s date, and hand it to him. Which he reads, upside down.
We won’t make Huehuetenango by nightfall so we boondock at the Zaculeu ruins, once the capitol of the Mam Mayan people. Who, according to legend, had to eat each other to survive a siege by Spanish conquistadores. To spite the victorious Spanish, we heat up a delicious dinner of leftovers from the San Cristobal markets: avocado and tomato salad for starters, then a one-pot masterpiece of rice, shrimp and squash – so there.
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Celebrating books, journeys and those we love at Nevermore Books
It doesn’t get much better for writers than a spread in your hometown paper, a reading in a cool indie bookstore, all shared with your friends and Other Mothers. The big event is tomorrow night, at Lori and Dave Anderson’s infamous and fabulous Nevermore Books — next to the library.
So I’m driving in circles, well actually pacing the screened-in porch, thinking of:
- all the people I hope to see,
- the questions I wonder will be asked
- the myriad ways I might misspell names signing books
- whether my granddaughter will be able to sit still
It reminds me, in a way, of the butterflies that flitted through my head and heart when we set out on the road trip that would become this book. I could never have imagined, then, how life-changing and soul-bolstering a year on the road would be. Or how soul-withering it would be, waiting for the right editor to say “yes, that’s the book I want to publish!” Eventually a visionary woman named Stephanie Knapp at Seal Press (a Hachette Book Group company) did find her way to the manuscript, coaxed by my equally brilliant agent Adriann Ranta.
And so, nearly 15 years after setting out to drive South of the Border — and nearly 28 years since another road trip delivered me to Beaufort — I am pulling into the driveway I cherish most: Beaufort.
And just as I eventually knew that my brother John was beside me all along that drive through Latin America — I know that so are Pat Conroy, Byrne Miller, Harriet Keyserling, Lois Battle and Susan Shaffer: five people I will picture sitting side by side in the front row tomorrow night. Let’s pack the place in their honor and raise a glass to the journeys we are all on.
If you can’t attend in person, please buy the book through any of the fine booksellers on my website www.teresabrucebooks.com
Mountain mermaids (Drive Day 39 minus 14 years)
It is our last day in Chiapas. I’ve now witnessed candled egg massages and chicken blessings, encountered angry machete mobs and listened to drum circle dredheads under exploding fireworks but somehow this 16th century carving throws me. As readers of my first memoir know, I’m secretly a mermaid. I love finding a sister in stone, but why did the Spaniards create her so high in the mountains, literally a fish(ish) out of water? They must have felt as out of place among the native cultures as I do.
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Rosa of Zinacantán (Drive Day 38 minus 14 days)
Rosa speaks Tzotzil to the giggling girlfriend sitting next to her in the outdoor market but Spanish to tourists, like me. And she drives a hard bargain for the shawls she weaves after school, adding 10% to the total for Gary to take photos. She’s not shy and obviously smart but when I ask her what she wants to be when she grows up the question baffles her. “All I want is for people to buy my things,” she says.
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