Who is my anonymous benefactor?
If you left this book at our door, could you raise your hand?
First, thank you for your birthday gift! That is very generous of you.
Second, thank you for supporting me in my quest to learn another new subject – coffee and coffee making.
But most importantly, as I leafed thru the pages, my first reaction was that I have to learn the art of making those beautiful cappuccino designs and then let you be the judge!
Fascinating book!
Thank you again for your thought and generosity!

A 10K run after some time
After a two week gap, caught up with the geopolitics in the world
Brought out the bottle I got from Guatemala
Roads were a bit wet
The brand conversion is complete!
Goodbye Guatemala!
I had no expectations other than going back home with a few shirts. All my fears of safety were misplaced. The people are great. The country is beautiful. I wish I had come here earlier with my family.
As I watched that guy wave us off, I could not help promising myself that I will be back with Sharmila to show her the country.

Meet my new friend – William Lopez
Most countries I go to, I tend to make at least one everlasting relationship. It is usually the person who takes me around – unless I choose to drive or rely entirely on public transport. I have about 30 such life long friends from all over the world.
Please meet my new friend – William Lopez from Guatemala. He was my friend, philosopher and guide during my entire stay here. A person with an amazing personal journey.
He lived in Italy and married this most beautiful woman he met there. Except, she died at childbirth. To let him put it … “It was difficult to raise my child by myself at first”. But he did. His son is growing up in Italy as an aerospace engineer.
Life dealt the next unkind deal with his mom contracting cancer. He left his son to his in-laws and better education there to take care of his mom (and dad) in Antigua. His two brothers also leave abroad. Thankfully, his mom is a survivor today!!
He said he had never worked this hard before to get out of debt. And then Covid came!! Had to sell all his cars that he used for touring business. But he is building it up again. His parents and he support an orphanage and run a Spanish-learning school. They are finishing up his house to be a four room bed-and-breakfast for foreign students to come and learn Spanish and stay at their place and eat meals cooked by his mom. The current students have to live by strict rules – no smoking inside the property and you cannot bring your boyfriend or girlfriend in unless they are students too.
For all that hard work, I never saw him not smiling. In fact, the remotest of the villages we went to – everybody seemed to know him. The parking lot guy in Panajachel came running to him, every shopkeeper in San Juan gave them updates on their family (from the barebones Spanish I could understand).
It is like he has touched so many lives!!
The kind of guy I want to be some day when I grow up!
In the meanwhile, if you or your friends every want to visit Guatemala – and I can vouch for you that all you hear about insecurity in this country in Western media is just a minuscule representation of this country – I personally felt safer in all places in Cd. Guatemala than I feel even around my office in Atlanta. No homeless person screamed at me here – and I really encourage you to do so, please feel free to reach out to this young gentleman. He really knows a thing or two about how to deal with people.

A little learning is a dangerous thing
Most of the times I can get by with my broken Spanish. At the height of my career, I argued with the cab driver in Mira Flores in Peru negotiating the price for a cab ride. And won!
Well, from those days, I certainly have fallen a rung or two.
The menu boasted of a sea bass with a helping of vegetables or mashed potatoes.
I asked the lady in my Spanish that I want both vegetables AND mashed potatoes. And that I wanted big helpings of those. The sea bass part was okay – grilled would be good.
The good news is that I got both the vegetables and mashed potatoes. They were not big helpings. What was instead was the fish.
Forget a piece of sea bass. I got a whole red snapper!!
Me and my Spanish!!






