During this trip, I’ve found that basically everything can be explained using the following words: it’s the altitude.
For instance, we were hiking on Monday and found ourselves surprisingly winded after only a few steps. “How could we possibly be this out of shape?” we thought aloud. It’s the altitude.
On the van ride from Guatemala City to Panajachel, the breeze coming through the window grew increasingly colder. ¿Porque? It’s the altitude.
True as the previous may be, other situations weren’t quite as logical. In example, Hillary’s guitar seemed to never be tuned. Why, might you ask? It’s the altitude. True or not, that’s the explanation we gave.
Every mañana for breakfast and every tarde with lunch, we had fresh fruit. Everything from mangos to bananas to coconut tastes better here. Why? It’s the altitude.
Our room at the compound was a mysterious place. Often my phone would be unplugged from the wall unbeknownst to Alix or me. The temperature of the water in the shower refused to cooperate. A strange smell began to appear. And how did we explain all of this? It’s the altitude.
The people are beautiful here. The scenery is gorgeous here. The weather is excellent here. Why? It’s the altitude.
We are all sunburnt. It’s not because of a lack of sunscreen however. It’s the altitude.
I feel extremely close to God here. I’ve gotten to make new friends, reconnect with old friends, try new things, and even step out of my comfort zone. Why has this week been so awesome?
It’s the altitude.