Lago de Atilan

From Antigua, we caught an early bus to Panajachel through a countryside of recently-harvested corn crops. The road wound up and around the hills. A number of times, kids playing on a clearing on the side of the road would stop their game and wave to the bus. We later found out that this was an optimistic attempt by the kids to get some lollies which impressed my lolly-connoisseur wife.

After about three hours, our bus struggled up one last hill before giving us a glimpse of Lago de Atilan. At mid-morning, the lake was only a slightly darker shade of blue than the sky, with the sunlight catching the ripples on the surface. Two volcanoes rose from the lake shore, with only their very peaks concealed by small white clouds. But looking closer, one of those volcanoes is actually three volcanoes lined up one behind the other. The whole of Lago de Atilan is ringed by either volcanoes or equally steep hilltops.

A twenty-minute long-boat ride brought us to the pier for our hotel, Casa Del Mundo. Casa Del Mundo, built into the side of a cliff, only needs a couple of turrets and a fire-breathing dragon to fit into a Disney movie.

Reecey made friends with a hammock overlooking the lake and the volcanoes and was joined by two kittens, for a which a hammock is liking chasing a hundred pieces of string at the same time.