An Entrance Like No Other

Through the vast and expansive fields; past farms peppered with corn; goats tied by their feet to retain them to a section of brush for clearing; and merchants spread throughout our drive selling anything from smoked corn - to custom made bracelets, Son and I made our way to Lago Atilan. The drive lead us through Guatemalas Highland area. Climbing high into the mountains, the drive was spent more in 2nd gear then ever I´ve driven. A ¨I think I can I think I can...¨ Mantra would be most appropriate to describe the cars occasional struggle to top the next hill. As the hours drifted and our bottoms became sore, something appropriately described as ¨spectacular¨ appeared. The sight was that of Lago Atilan. Nestled between steep cliffs and high mountains is a place that has yet to be found by all. Known once, and in some parts still, is an area were hippies once called home. Lago Atilan is a massive lake, that is dotted by several towns known for their hospitality, inexpensive cost, and overall beauty. We are currently in San Pedro de Laguna (I think that´s the city name). We will call this place home for the next week. We have found a wonderful hotel ($5 per person) that has a fabulous view of the Lake and a private Hammock outside our room door. The original Spanish plan has been slightly altered by prior events but Son and I found a woman who will teach us Spanish. We will start tomorrow. She seems quite professional and the price of $75, for 20 hours of private instruction cannot be beat. Arin Oh, I will try and post pictures within the next day.