tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-593970477444543007.post-58715639173023751962009-10-11T16:02:00.001-05:002009-10-11T16:03:47.472-05:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Mom's travelogue continues:</span><br /><blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Date: July 9, 1972 Sun.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></blockquote><blockquote><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Slept late. [Dad] rode the motorcycle to some houses. We swam in the afternoon - felt good.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></blockquote><div><blockquote><span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Alba went with us to see a house. Just what we want but rent is high.</span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></blockquote></div><blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Alba works at the motel and offered to be our interpretor for us after her working hours.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></blockquote><blockquote><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We stopped and got chicken to bring home to eat."</span></i><br /></blockquote><div>I used to like to swim. when I was little I grew up on a lake and once I learned how to swim it <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">was hard to get me out of the water in the summer time. One of our resort customers described me as a fish.<br /><br />We spent a lot of time in the Plaza Motel's pool. 8 of the 27 entires in Mom's travelogue mention swimming. After we settled into out Guatemala home, my parents bought a boat and tried to keep our love of the lake alive. We would go to nearby </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lake_Amatitl%C3%A1n"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Lake Amatitlán</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> on weekends to swim, boat, ski, and fish. We parked our trailer on a vacant lot next to a friend's lake house for a while. I learned to ski here - I was never very good. Over time it just lost its luster to me. The lake, and the life we once had, faded into the past.<br /><br />As I've grown older, I've lost the joy of swimming that I once had. I still like swimming but I don't go out of my way. My in-laws have a lake house on Lake Cornelia. I have been there several times and, by personal choice, I have yet to get in the water. I think I've matured from a lake swimmer to a hot tub soaker.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/593970477444543007-5871563917302375196?l=homerstravels.com' alt='' /></div>Bruce H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/00180515178920053080noreply@blogger.com0