Six months had passed since the events in Guatemala and, consequently, in Colombia. I had finished my tour around my favorite Spanish-speaking countries, had learned a great amount of Spanish, gathered more unforgettable experiences, and decided to come back home to Brazil to kick-start my life. I made my way to Belo Horizonte, reconnected with my roots and my family, and started looking for a fresh start. I was searching for a new career path, trying new things. Even my diet

After the 23 hour long hike up the Acatenango volcano, Erwin and I went down to the halfway point, then hiked up the volcano of Fuego, back down to the halfway point, up again to the camp at Acatenango, and then all the way down to the village. The four of us were exhausted, all we wanted to do was get home and rest. We hit some traffic on the way back. We were all torn between wanting to sleep and needing to eat. Hunger and exhaustion blended into one feeling. I had even mor

A sudden explosion shook the streets of Antigua, Guatemala. I spun around, heart racing. “What the hell was that?” I asked my friend. “Fuego,” he said casually. “The Volcano of Fire. You can see the smoke if you look closer.” Smoke. Explosions. A live volcano. My pulse jumped. I had never imagined Guatemala hiding something so alive, so dangerous, in plain sight. “And it is just there? Is it dangerous?” Never in my life had I imagined being so close to an active volcano. I ha