Shells from Guatemala

Shells from Guatemala

Shells from Guatemala

Not all souvenirs are bought. As I walked on the volcanic ash of the beach in Monterrico, Guatemala, I realised that the love of my life was not next to me. I turned around to see him pick up these shells from the dark grey-black sand. We were drunk on happiness and beer, feeling the sand beneath our toes and watching cargo pass at a distance in the Pacific Ocean. We had an old edition of Lonely Planet that did not mention that the bridge to reach this place had been built, which actually lead to a more adventurous way of reaching here – on a jetty !

Guatemala is called the city of eternal spring. There are no ceiling fans or air conditioners in most of the houses. You will leave a piece of your hear behind, when you come to say good bye to this place,

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