On Saturday afternoon, after my final Spanish lesson I boarded - you guessed it - a chicken bus and headed for Panajachel. Panajachel is a city beside a lake.
My guidebooks described Lake Atitlan as picturesque. They´re accurate. Saturday evening I sat on its banks watching clouds roll in over the volcanoes that surround the tranquil water. Today, Monday, I took a boat to the town of San Marcos across the way. Sunday I ran into some Spanish school boys who said they had spent the day swimming there and they had the sunburns to prove it. The water is clear and shines turquious in the afternoon sun, but is a touch too cold for my blood. I contented myself with just dangling my feet in the water as I whiled away the afternoon on a nearly deserted beach watching fishermen bob up and down in little wooden boats.
Tomorrow, I'm off to Nicaragua. The journey will take two days via Tica Bus. I pray that the border crossings go smoothly.
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