There’s nothing like a rainy day to wash away your attempts at leaving footprints. So maybe making them literally will have to wait. Today was the longest day of rain I’ve seen since coming to Guatemala. It was raining when we woke up at 6:30am to meet up for breakfast at 7 (a foreboding sign already) and continued to do so into the late hours of the night with maybe an hour of break. Time today was rendered insignificant, the beautiful combination of wet weather and a lazy Sunday--the day infamous for pajamas, slippers, and lounging around; the day loved and scorned by Americans as the last remnants of freedom and liberty before the onset of a new, daunting week of work, boredom, and the parameter of a cubicle. Here’s my order: banana pancakes, fresh fruit (mango included), coffee and horchata. It was quite possible one of the greatest meals of my life. But enough about that, today was a day of good conversations, down time, and simplicity. It was a day of market wandering, story swapping, coffee sipping, and church going. It was a day of marveling. And despite the fact that my feet weren’t in control, it was one of the best days I’ve experienced since I’ve been here. You really don’t need dry sand to leave and make footprints.