After a long cold night in the bus with a 10pm departure, four with food poisoning, one drunk, two passports left behind and windows down to avoid foggy windows; it was a struggle to get to Lago de Atitlan but well worth it when you see the view coming over the mountain into San Pedro.
Lake Atitlan turned out to be our recovery stop: Kayaking, Yoga, Horse-back Riding, hot chocolate and don't forget the breakfast of champions; Oreo-Peanut Butter-Granola and Banana Smoothies. Although the good food opinion was not shared by all as both Tim and Lisa had a case of food poisoning and the horses where less than healthy, exploring the flooded homes who had built too close to the rising shores of the lake in the kayak during sunset and early nights was a the reboot we all needed. Especially as we were heading to Antigua for Christmas and New Years, Guatemala's tourist and party centre.
Leaving Tim behind so he could partake in a Cocoa Ceremony (I asked but still entirely unsure of what this is exactly), we headed to Antigua. I had lived in Antigua a few years back, working in a hostel, and was eager to get back to somewhere so familiar.
We planned to stay a while in Antigua in order to take Spanish lessons, but first, it was silly season and we certainly got silly. Treating ourselves to a fancy steak dinner on Christmas eve with Irish Lisa, Yankee Timmy and Mary plus two newbies we met at the hostel, the red wine flowed and therefore so did the somewhat questionable conversation.
Cat: I lit the dog on fire once.
Me: Yeah, I lit my mum on fire once.
Tim: I think Mel wins.
Being two backpackers in Central America around this time of year, I'm sure you can imagine how that week went. Just throw in Cats cousin Jackson and friends, Timmy going home, Lisa missing her bus to Nicaragua, five Irish lads, NYE party in a huge empty swimming pool and the famous Terrace Hostel pool party. That is all I'm prepared to say about this as I'm pretty sure my mum is going to read this one day and I wish to hold on to at least a crumb of the image she so mistakenly holds me in.
Antigua is much more than language schools and bars, so hang on for the next entry to read less about partying and more about the beautiful town I once called home.
Myself, Lisa (being a creep), Timmy and Cat on Christmas Eve