Today, I miss Guatemala.

Today, I miss my mountains.

In case you don't remember, I was a bit obsessed with my mountains.

My sweet friends on Instagram and Facebook had to see the same mountain at least 3 times a week because I took pictures of it every time I ran or walked passed it. 

Living in Texas, I am not privy to beautiful scenery. 

In fact, Texas, at least where I live in Dallas, is ugly. 


This is my homeland too, but we both have to admit that it isn't that pretty. 

The prettiest places in Dallas require at least an $8 entrance fee. (Ie. The Arboretum)

So, back to my point. 

Today, I miss Guatemala. 

This is the first time I have really missed it. 

I have been so busy since we got home that I haven't really had time to miss it.

This could actually be one of the reasons that I miss Guatemala so much.

Life here is busy. 

I am constantly rushing around, and while it is great to be able to drive to Target or run errands without the fear of getting shot, it is busy.

I was often bored in Guatemala. 

(OK, I was often depressed, and I counted down the days to when I could visit ugly Dallas Texas)

BUT, today when I turned on my radio and heard a song that I used to run past my mountains listening to, I grew homesick.

I miss my mountains, and I miss peace. 

Reader: This was a super depressing post. Can you try to pep it up tomorrow? I don't read this blog to be sad. I read it to hear about oils and your ridiculousness. Thanks.

Ok fine. Today, however, I will leave you with some pretty pictures of my mountains.

Same mountains, different days. 

Isn't it amazing how God paints the sky differently throughout the day. 

Just beautiful.

So, I just went through all of my pictures. I didn't, apparently, start running/working out until I had been living in Guatemala for 11 months...that's embarrassing.