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Mallory Square Still, we needed to make some money. We needed to get onto the “The Mallory Square Sunset Celebration.” But to do that, one must pass the ‘Pier Review’ of judges. We thought about my playing guitar, but the judges said a guitar player was already busking there. I had made some wrapped crystals,…

True Lies We drove through Florida on our way to the Conch Republic, passing the turn-off to Orlando, past West Palm Beach, Fort Lauderdale, and Miami, straight to the “Seven Mile Bridge.” Not interested in the major tourist zones, the beaches looked too crowded, we passed them. Parts of Florida looked like you had to…

Surprise encounter! Sometimes a surprise is good! We had pulled into a place to sleep and met some other travelers parking up. As we all tended to do, we talked and exchanged information about good places to go where other friendly people would gather. Given some vague directions on how to find some other ‘alternative’…

We left Arkansas, returning to Tennessee for a brief visit before hitting the road again. If this were a movie instead of the written word, this would be the perfect time for a montage of us driving and selling to little shops. There would be faded transitions of hours of driving, looking at maps, slowly…

The road to Arkansas is a long way from Maryland but Americans are used to driving long distances to get where we are going. Hours of driving mean nothing to us. Some people drive hours just to get to work in the morning. We just listen to music or talk radio and enjoy the ride,…

Arrival Driving hours on end, we finally arrived in Maryland and found our way to the shows. Unfortunately, arriving too late to participate in ‘Shakedown Street” sales. We did, however, make it in time for the show and found Shannon, Davey, Flea, and Queen Jane just in time to go into the concert with them….

Across Mexico to the US border While writing this, I looked on the internet to see how long the drive took from Guatemala to the US border, and it said 24+ hours. All I knew back then was I had lost track of time. It seemed to take forever. We drove, and slept, and drove,…

Shopping in Panajachel Shopping wasn’t so exciting as it all blurred together after a while. Shop after shop, bargaining for the good price and then finding where the place was again that gave you the best price. All the places looked pretty much the same. Eventually, we bought 400 hackysacks, hundreds of ‘friendship bracelets’, 50…

The Move to Panajachel We decided that if we were going to get serious about shopping, we needed to move back over to Panajachel from our guesthouse in San Pedro. Panajachel is well known as “a place where ‘Hitmen’ take ‘vacation’”. One old hitman that we met was writing his memoirs and promised to write…