Voices from the past... I wrote my mother after the last entry, asking where she and my father had parted ways... ... it was in a small town on lake Atitlán called Panajachel, near the river... I know that this borders on the ridiculous... I wrote that blog from Panajachel! Either my subconscious knew this and pushed me this way, or, it was just serendipity, or simple coincidence, quien sabe? The funny thing is that, I had no intention at all of going to Pana. My plan (in as much as I plan...) was to go down to Rio Dulce, then either go to Tikal or down to Honduras, etc... It was only when two people insisted that it was a place worth visiting plus the fact that it was raining in Rio Dulce that
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