Livingston Guatemala Angela Love Story

Livingston Guatemala Angela Love Story. Livingston Guatemala is one of those special places in the world that if you just stop for 10 seconds and look, you see the heart of Livingston.  Livingston is a small Garifuna village on the Caribbean coast of Guatemala. Paradise is unfound by most, a place passed by the bustling Tourism Industry of Guatemala.

Cruise ships come once a week during the season, most of the tourists from the ships only stare at the Garifuna culture and take pictures rather than explore the paradise before them.

In my past life, Livingston Guatemala was a haven for me, an escape from the world around me. The kind and generous people of Livingston took me in and I them. We grew close, trusted, and engaged. My days encompassed helping a small family-owned hotel in Livingston develop a website and online business. Days were spent sitting in this hotel’s small courtyard bent over a small laptop.

In the evening I would sit at the Garifuna Center which was one of the highest land points in Livingston. From this perch, I looked down the Rio Dulce River on one side, and then looking to my left I could see the waves of the Caribbean crashing to shore.

I was still in love with a person lost to the arms of death, let alone, my love who was apart from me forever lost. I would dream. The view and the calm evening breezes allowed my mind to wander into a dream state.

I left Livingston without finishing what I started or that was my memory. And I have kept in my heart the people of Livingston Guatemala.

Years have now passed since that time and place in my life. My first trip back to Livingston had many emotions dragging on my heart as I arrived at the pier in Livingston. Unsure about how I would be received was the demon living inside me.

This time I was back to find Angela. As I climbed the hill to the entrance of town I walked into the hotel that years before I had lived. I felt like I was the lost son that had returned home and in some ways, I also felt like I had left only the week before. The room I always laid my head in was ready for me, as always.

Most of that first day back I spent seeing people that had changed my life years before. Yes, they would tell me, I remember you with love in their voices and arms outstretched for a hug and a kiss.

After that day, I searched for my old friend, a street dog that was near and dear to me.  Seems silly, yet it was important to me to reconnect.

Livingston Guatemala Angela Her Love Story

That evening was a time for me to head to that place in Livingston from which you can see everything. The view had not changed, the river and the Caribbean offered up a time for me to think about the past and about my dreams all of which quickly filled my mind, I had an idea I went to find her. Yes her, a woman that I often dreamed about Angela. A heroine in my dream.

Angela was easy to find, she worked at a hotel cleaning room by day and in the evening worked in a restaurant in Livingston. She looked as if I had left her years before. Breath-taking beauty that others never saw in her. Her excitement to see me was not about any intimate past. Angela and I talked about our past time together.  Men only dream about women like this, not a fantasy dream.

I left Livingston Guatemala and wanted to write about Angela so that my dreams for Angela and her story could be told with only one home for her. Now to understand my dream for Angela I have written Angela’s story for only one purpose to fulfill my dream for Angela.

It is a dream I desire for all women.

Hope you enjoy my dream. Livingston Guatemala Angela Her Love Story

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