Okay, maybe that headline is a little dramatic. But that’s what it felt like as I was lounging in my hammock in San Pedro La Laguna, overlooking Lake Atitlan.
That’s what it felt like as I was receiving snapchats from my friends driving to the Women’s March in Washington, D.C.
That’s what it felt like as I pushed away the pasta that was too spicy at the first restaurant we ate at.
It felt pretty odd to be in a group of people and knowing a good chunk of them voted for Donald Trump to be the President of the United States.
Except for when I was with my nasty women in our hotel room, I felt silenced. Because they did it. They won.
So being at a volcanic lake during the inauguration of the 45th U.S. President made me feel torn in half. Half of me wanted to be kayaking on that lake and soaking up the beauty before I had to go home, while the other half of me wanted to be with my nasty women from feminist book club, marching in Washington.
There weren’t even televisions to watch the election at the lake. I could almost pretend it wasn’t happening.
I felt like it was a cop-out, in a way. I took a break from social justice and activism to enjoy myself in Guatemala.
America died while I was in Guatemala and there was nothing I could say or do to stop it from happening.
But I can’t end on that note. No, that’s too depressing.
Maybe taking a break was a good thing for me.
Maybe it’ll give me a new, fresh perspective. I’m refreshed and ready to go, ready to seek the truth and report it, ready to fight for justice.
Yeah, let’s go with that.