In the little town of San Pedro La Laguna, on the shores of Lake Atitlan in the country of Guatemala lives a family of five. Sebastian, the father, is a teacher at the local elementary school. Lolita, his wife, stays home and cares for their 3 children. I stayed in their home August of 2000. A month long trip to Guatemala was about many things but one of them was to hone my Spanish speaking skills. Now what does this have to do with wine, me or anything? This small journey set me on the path. I have traveled all over the world for a multitude of reasons. In the beginning it was a limitless, passionate search for the sole purpose to experience. It morphed into a “higher purpose” existential journey. Evolved further into a confused search for meaning. Then it slowly grew into a truth. The one truth of it all. The search is the truth.
The journey is the story. Your story. My story. No one story is the meaning. While I have not found the meaning of life I have found meaning in life. The journeys are often not defined by what is accomplished, but who is encountered along the way. While the children lay sleeping Sebastian and I waxed poetic for hours at the table, talking by candlelight in Spanish about all manner of philosophy. In the end, a connection was made, in that connection Sebastian called me a Buscador. A “searcher”. Buscar is the Spanish verb “to look for”. Well, I didn’t realize it then but have come to understand that we all, are indeed, “Buscadors” in this life. Love Your Search. In life. In love. In wine…