We seem to spend an inordinate amount of time shopping for things to sell at the church, sending the profit back to Guatemala for the scholarship fund, and I'm not too great at shopping for very long. I am trying to maintain my patience and my mindfulness. The air is ambient, the people are colorful, and the textures are varied. My eye is happy.
Caps for sale in the center of Santiago reminded me of the children's story. When I saw several women playing ball, I joined them and then took their photo where they frolicked full of glee and giggles, my favorite part of any travel...
I took some photos of the city because I loved the textures and the doors.
Here are the striped pants that all the men seem to wear. Santiago is a town of striped fabrics all over the place.
And then there is this gorgeous Atitlan Lake that reflects the sun as though some higher spirit were just touching down to remind us of our mortality - or our sacredness, hard to tell which, and I suppose it really depends on your state of mind.
Onto San Antonio where we bought scarves and walked around a bit, and now we landed back in Panajachal from whence we took the boat across the lake to San Lucas the other day.
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