Panajachel

We walked with our luggage to grab some lunchtime pastries and then headed to our meeting point. Because of the procession, the location had been changed, which meant a 25-minute walk over cobblestones and some nicely paved sidewalks. Our driver yelled out my name as soon as we arrived and loaded our bags right away—such a relief after a few earlier experiences of waiting and wondering.

After the shuttle ride, we were directed to a “taxi,” which turned out to be our first tuk-tuk ride. By now we’re used to the crazy traffic and crowded streets. It was a short ride but still cost 60 quetzales ($8), a bit higher than we’ve paid elsewhere so far.

Getting to our Airbnb felt like navigating a maze through narrow back alleys. The homes sit tightly together, built mostly of cinderblock. Our new place isn’t as luxurious as the last one, but it has everything we need: a bed, kitchen, futon couch, TV, and shower. We’re good.

Later we wandered down toward the lake and caught our first view of Lake Atitlán—it’s huge. We found a restaurant and each ordered the typical meal of the day. I had grilled chicken, Scotty had grilled fish, and we both enjoyed Guatemala’s national beer, Gallo.

Panajachel is not what I had envisioned. I kept thinking ‘village’ when it is a city. It is crowded, lots of tuk-tuks, motorcycles, sodas (small restaurants) and of course - vendors.  I’m hoping the other lakeside towns will fulfill my visions!