in anticipation of where i'm going, i'll soon forget where i've been.  days fade to night, the sun chases after the moon in a swirl of blue.  my eyes now overstimulated with endless blue skyscapes, and an unfailing array of blue pigment forming ocean.  it's no surprise i struggle to grasp the day of the week.  just the same, all calendar dates have been long dismissed.  so to remember how it all unfolds, i've decided to journal about days, venues, and amusing souls along the way.  otherwise, recalling events will be based sheerly on imagination; something that quiet often eludes to a fantastical post.  so far, i did not dream this, only lived it.  hold on.

Monday, July 14, 2008

lago de atitlan

atitlan: connotates where the mayans believed the rainbow gets it's color. that's what my mom said. she's generally right. and anyone who cast a glance on this astonishing lake would have no doubt that they are witnessing the timeless beauty of an ancient world. 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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