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... was. Before going back to Xela, Lauren and I headed to a nature reserve and spent the morning swimming and jumping off a platform, probably about 20ft high. It was really fun. Then we had delicious organic, vegan burritos at a yummy restaurant. Lots of the restaurants grow their own veggies...yumm!
And after my first fun and eventful weekend away, we came back to Xela (after being very lucky to stumble upon a direct bus). It felt really good to come "home" :)
... and super cheap) hostel with its hot tub whilst watching a volcano erupt at a safe distance before I realised I had to head off to spanish school. Spanish school was in a little town called San Pedro la Laguna on lake Atitlan, yet again surrounded by stunning volcanic scenery with coffee growing anywhere there is space. My teacher is possibly evil and set me homework and tests everyday and it didn't take me long to realise my brain has been dormant for far too ...
San Pedro is a small town on the banks of Lake Atitlan in the guatemalan highlands. It is famous for its spanish schools and chilled out atmosphere. We picked an infamous hostel called "Mr. Mullet's" and we were not disappointed of course. I have never seen soo many guys sporting a mullet and being so proud of it. We suspected it was a requirement to getting a job there but they ensured us it wasn't that way. We had a pretty cruisy time in San Pedro and ...
... the you, he, or they, with "I" you take responsibility for your life and the decisions you have made. Ending a viewpoint of "victim" and turning into a empowerment.
In this workshop, I met people that became my family...or undoubtedly where my family in a past life. And it all simply happened so naturally. In all of these people I found unconditional love, non judgmental space, encouragement, truth and open minds. It was beautiful and empowering to be ...
... Hinesh to get up to sing and dance to 1D boo to him. We instead
enjoyed songs sang by the staff, bad jokes from the tourists (some that I
didn’t get) and original pieces by two youngin’s staying here at the hostel.
Who knew a 15 year old knew anything about being used??? It is still pouring
down as I write this hopefully, it will get it out of its system to clear up to
a nice morning tomorrow.
Day 3: as we walked to brekkie ...