Lots to say, so, you know, if you have to pee, go now. Friday morning waking up in Panajachel I take a boat across Lago de Atitlan figuring I'd spend a few hours in a little local town. After an incredibly picturesque ride, I arrive at a beautiful little town with a few backpacker hostels, little cafes, two tiny markets, some cliffs for rock jumping and sunning, and 5000 Quat'chi'chel indiginos, children and dogs just sunning themselves and growing coffee and avocados. This is compared to Panajachel, which is like one long street from the main highway to the lake with nothing but Guatemalan stands of native blankets and t-shirts, internet cafes, tourists, and italian restaurants on a dirty and ugly stretch of lake. Realizing that spending shabbat in San Marcos is a MUCH better idea,
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