Fourth Journey Day 111: Ash and Departure
Today I visited the Huellas de Acahualinca, an archaeological site where human footprints are preserved in volcanic ash from thousands of years ago. The moment I stepped inside, the air felt heavier, thick with the weight of history. The footprints, uneven and hurried, seemed to be moving toward an unknown destination, their purpose lost to time. Some footprints belonged to adults, others to children - an entire group caught in the middle of a journey, immortalized by nature's violent shift.
I stood in silence, tracing the patterns with my eyes, trying to imagine their faces, their urgency. What were they running from? Or toward? The stillness of the place contrasted with the movement these prints suggested, a paradox of time captured in the ground itself.
After leaving the site, I walked along the lakeshore, my mind still on those ancient travelers. I thought about my own path - each journey I take, each step, like an imprint in my own unfolding story. The city hummed around me, the present pushing forward, but the past lingered beneath my feet.
