Upon our arrival in Guatemala City, we found our tenth member, DR, who flew Delta, and therefore arrived on time in Guat City the night before. Promptly, we hopped on the bus to Panajachel, a four-hour drive through the countryside of Guatemala. I had forgotten what a beautiful drive it was, until we made our way past waterfalls, greenery, and brightly painted cemeteries.
Panajachel is a pretty little town, situated on Lake Atitlan, almost exactly across the lake from Santiago Atitlan.
Lugging our luggage down some crooked steps, we made our way into the ferryboat to venture onto the lake.
This boat ride is inevitably wet and windy, but also guarantees a view like nowhere else. Surrounded by mountains and volcanoes, Lake Atitlan provides fish for local meals, water for drinking and laundry, and a never-ending view of one of the most beautiful places in the world.
In this place of poverty, we really lived in luxury. We spent our working mornings and nights at the Posada, which was complete with a pool, hot tub, and possibly the most delicious dinners I have had in a long time. We spent all of our evenings, after finishing a long day of sweaty work, drinking beer on the front porch of our temporary home, watching the rain that came every afternoon (it’s rainy season, after all).