Currently on a small blue boat named "Jennifer" heading across Lake Atitlan. It's another absurdly beautiful day. The water is dark emerald green and still so far this morning, rippling only from Jennifer's pure power. It's strange catching glimpses of the extravagant houses that line the lake, presumedly owned by Ladinos (Guatemala has a sharp racial/socioeconomic divide between Ladino and Mayan peoples. Yes. Ladino with a D). The hills surrounding the lake are covered in trees, with the exception of the large trails left behind by the landslide during the hurricane last fall, scars of destruction and of nature's indifference to all the lives of those living below. We are headed first to San Antonio, a town Dr. Chaperone likes for its handmade woven goods and ceramics, then to Panajachel (or Gringojachel), a tourist town, for lunch. We have to head back to town around 2 before the lake gets too choppy. Might get splashed. Keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times, folks.
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