TL;DR always make a reservation, dumbass I arrived late in Cobán off two seven-hour mountain bus rides. My Chichicastenango homestay hosts had told me, “No, no, don’t stay in Uzpantan overnight. It’s kind of a shithole. There’s nothing there for you. No hotels, nothing to do. Go on to Cobán. It’s better there.” So when…
Written 8/23/25 after a season spent backpacking Guatemala Note: Drafted on my ex-boyfriend’s birthday, a Dreamer. He paid for our third-date drinks with his Ecuadorian passport: 8 years old in the picture. He married the next girl he dated—the clean-up woman—for certainty. I wonder if they’re still together. He described his constant fear of discovery,…
This past May, I stuck my stuff in storage, and my backpack and I took a one-way plane ride to Guatemala City. Of course, the locals call their capital city “Guatemala,” or “Guate,” so you’d better know where you’re going. I barely did. I knew I was staying in Guate for three nights at a…
Some ends up as stories. Fate Weavers is my personal archive of what it means to be alive and awake in this messy, interconnected world. Through poetry, essays, and travelogues, I explore how humanity came to be this way… and where we might be headed. This isn’t your typical travel blog filled with “top 10…
