The cracks in the ceiling glow through shards of moonlight poking in.
But it’s the cracks in my confidence, my self belief, that show up most glaringly at this hour.
Did I get good shots today?
This camera is new; I’m learning it on the fly. I’ve wasted some moments with bad audio, bad focus, bad settings.
I won’t get those moments back.
Will this video come together? Will it be any good? Will it be reflective?
I adore Corozal. I feel so motivated to show all that I love. But the things I want to portray still elude me. Here, thanks to the incredible warmth that surrounds me, I have dined in people’s homes. I’ve shared food they’ve made with their own hands, with worn and beloved recipes, passed down through generations.
How does one pack for indefinitely? I have no idea. But I’m learning better by the week, and getting more sophisticated with each pitstop back in the U.S.
After my latest evaluation, I dumped a lot (goodbye water filter and second pair of jeans, among other things) while piling on a couple of pretty significant additions. (Um, yoga mat and full-standing tripod? OK SURE).
How’s this gonna work? I recorded this video as I test-packed my new load for the first time.