Their place was in the little village called Bullet Tree, located at the foothills of the Maya Mountains and just a couple miles down the road from San Ignacio. In his car we went.

Stressed, frazzled, sleepless and haggard, we arrived to the airport, to board our flight for our “test trip”.
Test trip? Yes, test trip.
Test trip=6 weeks on the road with Miro, with our packs.
6 weeks, to test the waters.
6 weeks to get our nomading feet wet.
6 weeks to ease into life on the road.
6 weeks to find our groove.
6 weeks to close the doors of the past and learn to live in the “now’.
6 weeks to try on our new lives for size.
Miro and I were set to get our test trip …