It’s been 17 months since we went to Guatemala, and I only saw the visual evidence for the first time this week. (We have nine computers between the two of us—ridiculous, I know, I know—and the folder was deeply buried on a dormant one.) And, as the whole experience left a bad taste in my mouth for a myriad of reasons, the pictures reminded me that there were quite a few good times to be had, as well.
Because the lake views did not disappoint. People who marvel at Tahoe have yet to see Atitlan. It’s a whole different kind of splendid.
Something else that did not disappoint was our hotel and its balcony views. I found Casa Palopo via Andrew Harper’s Hideaway, and at the time they were offering some sort of special where we paid around $100 a night for pure luxury (well, luxury in Central America which is a different kind of luxury altogether).
Our plan once we got to Atitlan was to have no plan. We (non-)planned to bask in the sun, read a few books and let the stress of our previous few months melt away into a nightly sunset that looked a little something like this:
Only all those clouds? They were foreboding. It was extremely cloudy and brisk most days—when it wasn’t raining, that is. And if there’s anything I’ve learned in my years of travel, it’s that nothing ever goes as planned in the first place (even if your whole plan was to not plan a thing).
So we improvised: drove our car around the outerlying towns on one day, took the water taxi to neighboring towns and explored Panajachel on foot on the others.
While I won’t write it off as the best vacation to date, it was yet another experience we had together: the good the bad and the ugly.
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