28 of Miro’s favorite pictures from our travels (+ 1 movie)
(part 2 of 2)
Miro pulled a batch of photos from our travels that he calls his favorites. This is the second group.
After looking at thousands of images, Miro finally settled on 50 (or so) images as his favorites. Read Miro’s captions as he shares his perspective of some of his memories from our travels.
These are our 1st 500 Days of travel in pictures. Miro and I left on our journey on mid 2009 and (with the exception of one trip back to the states for Burning Man a month later) there has been no turning back! Our 1st 500 Days span from July 1, 2009 to November 13, 2010. To commemorate the 1st 500 Days, Miro and I have pulled 500 of our favorite images from our journey to share with you. We are releasing a new batch of photos every couple of days until we’ve shared all 500 of our favorite moments. So please do check back often. We are not professional photographers and like many, the reason we take photos is to help preserve memories of our travels. We invite you to peek into the moments that make our travels so special to us. Enjoy!
Here is Part 15 of The 1st 500 Days in Pictures – Miro’s favorites
I suck at pool, but at least I look good.
Me climbing a barbed wire sculpture in Guatemala City.
Girls with mustaches, (from right to left: Paula, Desiree & Sarah) at my birthday party in Antigua.
On Playa Maderas, Nicaragua.
Eating sushi on my birthday.
Crazy Judas. (which one?)
Mid swing. (pillow fight in Antigua, Guatemala)
Me and my friends, Elek and Andres in our house in Antigua, Guatemala.
Purple dudes during Semana Santa in Antigua.
Grandma and Me at the Arch in Antigua.
I bet you didn’t know, Tucans eat other baby birds, but they are pretty.
I wore a cape to meet the Mayan gods.
Apoyo Laguana in Nicaragua.
The market in Masaya, Nicaragua.
My pal, the monkey. (Nicaragua)
Old hospital, in Granada, Nicaragua.
Harley in Nicaragua. I hear because it has flames, it goes faster.
(Jimmy 3 Fingers’, Granada, Nicaragua)
A view from a Granada tower.
Just hanging out.
(Squirrel hanging upside-down on the screen door at our friends in Liberia, Costa Rica)
(I think we were invading his personal space.)
Help! Somebody, help! She’s squeezing me!
Sunset in Nosora.
My drawing tattooed on our couch surfer Martin.
Life size chess, kicking my mom’s butt.
Sparklers are not fireworks D:
Me and Juan Pablo doing a scene from this skit called Achmed the Dead Terrorist