Lake Atitlán, San Marcos La Laguna, Guatemala.
On my fifth day in San Pedro, when my back was still sore but feeling a bit better, I joined my friends Marlies and Jorien (a pair of Dutch girls I’d studied with in Antigua), and another Dutch boy and we explored a nearby lakeside town: San Marcos. I’m not sure I could have survived in San Marcos for more than an afternoon. It was the kind of place where you could fill up on vegetables, spend the morning doing yoga and the afternoon getting your inner chakra balanced while sipping an herbal concoction meant to cleanse your aura. That kind of place.
There was a hill to climb though, with beautiful views, that I managed despite being slightly crippled. And a dock to jump from, that I didn’t jump off of. Because of my bad back. Yeah, let’s go with that.