I'm in Xela, in Guatemala. I'm hanging out with Olaf - a Dutch guy who is also studying at the Spanish school here. I think he is talking about some kind of writing / poetry class. He seems pretty cheerful about the idea. The building here feels comfortable - a little like Celas Maya itself - though with brown wooden seating, and a cozy atmosphere (just like the school).

* scene change *

It is night. I seem to be in Xela, though out on the streets. I can see the moonlight out beyond, and also what seems to be forest or trees or at least more nature. There is a spaciousness that presides here, and I feel calm and in control. There's a mysterious feeling in the air too. I am coming to this realisation that I am going to write a story - it's not something that I am giving much conscious thought too - but almost seems to be whispering itself to me.

Looking out at the vista beyond, I feel like a piece of my destiny is revealing itself to me.