Prostitutes, Aliens, and All…
On San Pedro La Laguna, Lake Atitlan, Guatemala
I arrived in San Pedro La Laguna on the suggestion of just about everyone I’d met. It was meant to be a lovely place. It was meant to be fun, relaxing. It seemed like the perfect distraction after studying Spanish for a month in Antigua.
And it was pretty. For about 5 minutes. Until I realized that there isn’t really any place to go to enjoy the beauty of the lake. And until I realized that everyone there is either a hippy or just wants to snort coke and take acid. Or both. I mean, really, I don’t know what I was thinking when I thought the guy in the Illini t-shirt would actually know what he was wearing and not that he just got it “off the truck.” And there are only so many times in a day I can answer, “are you having a beautiful day?” before wanting to scream.
And it was relaxing. For the first day. And then I woke up the next morning with a terrible pain in my back. Again. And could hardly move for days. Which is pretty much the opposite of relaxing.
I kind of hit a slump in San Pedro. I was meeting people but not really connecting with anyone. I was crying for everything that was going on back home (it was a week of bombings in Boston, explosions in Texas, massive flooding in Chicago). I was feeling like a “bad traveler” for taking the easy, more expensive travel options. I wasn’t really feeling Central America. I was panicking because it has really started to sink in that I am running out of money.
The truth is, I’m not really as excited about Central America as I feel like I should be. Maybe because I really know nothing about this section of the world and really hate sitting down and researching. Others rave about Honduras or Nicaragua but all I keep imagining is another hostel, more backpackers, and I’m starting to think that’s not what I want anymore.
But then when I think of other options I start to miss this life already.
In a nutshell: I’m a mess. Like always. But I’ve come up with a few ideas in my head of what I may do. I have to remind myself that I can fly anywhere in the world if I feel like it. I have to remind myself that I can go back home if I really wanted to. But, for now, I’m going to continue through Central America…