Hmmmmm where to begin....
This was the first trip I took outside the country in almost a decade. From the age of 14 to 19, I spent every summer outside of the US border. At 14 on a family trip to Puerto VaIlarta, Mexico I experienced what it was like to be emerged in an others world view. I saw the beauty in what it looked like. The vitality and immersion of an unfamiliar culture and I. WAS. HOOKED!
There was a mini bar in my pool ::bitch whhhheeet::.
We stayed in a condo ANNNNND I had my own key card... like a muh'fukn -grown ass-boss-boss-bitch!
One night my older sister and I planned to explore and par-tay-and you know yo' gurl was finna look RIPE! So I made sure I wore my flyest outfit:
- My yellow and grey DC skate shoes (check)
- My newly purchased Roxy dark green drawstring shorts..them shits were like $44 (check)
- My spaghetti strap magenta tank top with flowers on it (check)
- (and the kicker) My braid bangs (yes I had my cousin give me two small braid bangs that were burnt on the tip because I thought I had a big forehead. I have now realized-through the frankness of highschool and other such friends- that my forehead is more of a twohead and have been severly clowned for such foolish thoughts):
I looked a hot ass mess.
But that didn't stop me from dancing on tables at Senior Frogs while my (then 17 year old) sister threw back shots of tequila. We were later kicked out because nobody believed that I was 16 (my age for the night) and SUPPOSEDLY at midnight they checked I.D.::yawn:: I believe this to be a false statement due to the fact that I ordered a virgin margarita and received all the tequila in Mexico. Unfortunately, I did not taste any of that. I was intercepted by mi hermana who quickly told them this was not virgin and to return it.....hater! With that being said, I am left to believe that some white person feeling it their responsibility to alert staff about those two Black misfits not of age...and though stylish-the one with the braid bangs-was clearly not old enough to be dancing on tables. ::side eye:: But I digress...From the moment I taxi cabbed back with my intoxicated sibling, I remember looking out the window at the cobble stone roads and just savoring the warm air. It initiated a lifelong passion of seeking to understand how other humans viewed and experienced life. Their commonalities...the differences.
I used to get this strong itch <That's how I describe it> an electric feeling when the weather would heat up, like I knew it was almost time to have a laborious plan ride with cramped leg room and high AC..and for a while my itch was spot on seeing South America, Africa, the Caribbean, Europe...and then....
Then life happened (Eff' you Direct Loans).
And the itch was still there, but I didn't get scratched that year, or the next, or the year after that, and the itch quietly faded away.
I was trapped.
Between visible and invisible lines. Between set degrees and confined longitudes.
So.....where to begin...
i want to share this with you, I want my blog to inspire. I want my pictures to tell a story. You know what...I think... I'll just show you. (is there a way to add link that says here and will lead back to the photo album w/o guest having to go back? ask jonathon) Click on my Panama tab under work and take a trip with me to Central America. I promise you'll get all the vacay without the vacay! HA!
This experience was different ( I'm much older), and the trip itself-though amazing-was somewhat perplexing. Panama is in the middle of Central America, surrounded by its "party" cousins Colombia and Costa Rica. Its history of Spanish rule, slavery, US relations through the Canal and again during the US invasion give it a somewhat confusing identity-at least to me. It's got that duality...it's a little bit intellectual...and a little bit ratchet (;
If a picture is worth a thousand words, what I look like sitting up here typing a got damn essay when I can just upload some pics ::hair flip::
The Sativa Saint.