Apr 2
5 min read
A Cold Night in the Crater
What I would have paid for a sweater.
It was 103 degrees the day our friend Larry told us to pack warm sweaters and long pants. “You’ll need them,” he said.
Joey and I nodded politely, but we had no intention of bringing warm clothes.
We were in Chiquimula, Guatemala. Larry had lived in Central America for decades. He was well-intentioned…
