the grace of this lake could well be where the rainbow collect color. surrounded by three volcanoes, and mirroring the sun, this is the most awe-inspiring lake i have ever seen. it's so nice to be on the water again. everything is picturesque; from the tiny villages selling handicrafts, littered with smiling faces, to the landscape of the mountains, to each small roll of kelly green transforming aquamarine water.my days by the lake were spent in a quiet village called santa cruz. my nights were easily sold to la iguana perdida. here i crashed in a treehouse bunk, sharing a view with stray dogs, and the night air with seven strangers. the beds were stiff, the absence of doors coupled with thatch walls did not allow the chill to escape, but for $3.50 US/night, i'd be insane to object. experience and adventure are afterall what i'm consummately chasing. i can only equate this hostel to a mythical fort inside an avocado farm, and given the opportunity, i know i'll return. next time, more conscious that this lake, these warm people, and the birds-eye view found amongst the trees, all culminate as thieves. 'they' steal away your days, your time. being stuck in a rut doesn't nearly have the same definition here. 'they' steal your heart, capturing memories and views foreign to the rest of the world. 'they' steal your memory card capacity! even on a cloudy day, this place is nothing shy of stellar and outstandingly photogenic.
falling asleep at night is reminiscent of kentucky. animals chirping, sleeping, howling, the wind whistling. and when the sun comes alive, so does the jungle. creatures that were chirping at night, now singly without hesitation. bugs resting at dusk, now taking flight and jabbering.
i hear sounds i don't know.
animals i cannot readily identify!
this makes daybreak monstrously more intriguing that ever before.
i know i'll find my way here again.
next stop, semuc champey.
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