Villa Real Plaza
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... on a jetty at the base of the mountain looking up at a gorgeous colonial restaurant/hotel set into the cliff side, with balconies and verandas protruding above the gently breaking waves. The rest of the morning was spent lying in a hammock in the sunshine, watching the fishing boats weave across the lake and the clouds float past the peaks of the volcanoes. Boarding the boat again we headed off towards our next stop, the home stay in San Juan de ...
To start off with a re-cap, last night for dinner I had a mix of cooked veggies, I assume to be mostly zucchini, and rice. It was pretty good. Nothing too fancy, nor anything of meat, but it was pretty good. After dinner, I chatted with Jason and then went to bed.
This morning, I woke up around 7, even though I didn't have to. I had breakfast of corn flakes and bread (including some of the delicious pan dulce from Xelapan, that I LOVE.) ...
... speaks quite well and is earning an income as a guide. She will also teach cooking classes and even cook for visitors to the Lake. Spending the day with Anita was a treat. We could have been doing anything!
We ended our tour with a coffee class/demonstration and delicious cup of Guatemalan Highlands coffee. Then Anita put us on the boat back to Lee's. Dinner and relaxing at Isla Verde and our casita. We are e cited about our Mayan Fire Ceremony and joining our Holy Week Tour ...
... using some unusual instruments which in all honestly I don't know the names. But very soothing and insouciant.
I've mentioned before the lack of warm showers so far, but this morning was really taking the biscuit - I have a feeling someone had diverted a supply of ice cold mountain water. There was a definite chattering of teeth and shortness of breath. Brrrr!
The purpose of heading down to Lake Atitlan was obviously the scenery. I had a chat with ...
... matter of hours.
The run to the border was fairly uneventful, except skinny guy beside me was doing yoga in his seat. Or at least it seemed to be, as he appeared to be occupying his own seat, mine and half of the one in front. He was starting to push his luck and trying my patience.
If I recognised 'downward dog' or the 'lotus' position, he was going to get a punch in the ear.
Luckily we approached the immigration ...