Sunday, May 19, 2013

Grandpa, great kids, and Guatemala








Even when you know it’s coming, it’s still hard.  Dad passed away on May 4th after struggling with leukemia.  I was grateful to have been able to see him a few weeks before while he was still lucid, upbeat, and relatively active.  I am forever grateful for his love, and his life-long commitment to be a disciple of Christ.


The soberness of his funeral was softened by the warmth of seeing family and friends not seen in many years, and Washington was in all its glory for the day of the funeral and the days leading up to it.  

It has been months since we have posted.  No apologies—I would not want you to expect greater frequency, it is not likely to happen . . . . . but we have had a great past few months.  Keaton is doing very well in San Diego—we spoke to him on Mother’s Day, and feel the magic of the mission.  Of course we miss him, but love what we feel happening to him through his service.

Niece Rachael has also signed up for full-time service, and entered the MTC last month, and will head to Brazil soon.  Dalton is counting down the months until he can submit his application . . . less than a year to go.  Nephew Devin as well—it is hard not to grin ear-to-ear when we think about it all.  Very exciting times indeed.



We've decided to expand our Central American adventures beyond Costa Rica.  Accordingly, Dalton met me 10 days before Easter in Honduras where I was on business.  He worked with me there a day, then worked with me a day in Guatemala City.  Dayna, Brynne, and Braden met us there that night, and we began an incredible spring-break week in Guatemala.  Our travels took us from Guatemala City to the colonial city of Antigua to see the famous Holy Week parades, then to the Mayan ruins of Tikal (phenomenal!), otherwise known by Star Wars fans as the rebel base on Yavin IV.  We left our power-free room (generator-made electricity turns off at 10 p.m.) a little before 4 a.m. to trek to a temple in the ancient city early enough to watch the sunrise.  Later, we traveled to Lake Aititlan—went to the far side of the lake, and stayed in a rather inaccessible town beyond the crowds.  We got a modest room behind a restaurant owned by a French immigrant chef.  Food was as good as the beauty and tranquility.  Then off to the market in Chichicastenango, and finally home.  Hope the pictures below do more justice to the trip than my writing.


Saludos cálidos a todos,

Los Karlinsey