Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Verde

Verde. That is the best way to describe the scene on the way to, and at Lago de Atitlan in Guatemala. Everything is green-hills stretch for miles into the distant expanse of the volcanoes rising above the smooth lake water. Trees of all shapes and sizes dot the fields filled with crops, and the green is only interrupted by the brilliant specks of blues, yellows, and reds that paint the buildings and homes in the towns. The towns around Lago de Atitlan are very different from Antigua. There are less specialty shops, and more makeshift homes.Less tourists, and more kids running around in the traditional clothing. And everywhere we go, people are asking us to buy their goods because we stick out like sore thumbs. But, the view is beautiful.



Our main mode of transportation for the weekend was by boat. We traveled from town to town and got to walk around and see a little piece of each.

The scenes that I can’t get out of my head are the little six year old boy walking around in the rain with no shoes selling bracelets to anyone who would stop to listen to him, or Andrea and Anna, eight and ten, following Colleen around and responding to our “no gracious” with a “si, gracious” as quickly as they can.







Or the two little siblings hanging out in the doorway of their home watching us come down the pathway, giggling as we go by.
 













Life here is simple, and it is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.

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