Lake Atitlan and a sad goodbye

The last night of the group tour was spent in a homestay with Mayan families in San Juan La Laguna, who welcomed us in their homes, showed us their culture and tried to teach us to make tortillas.

In the morning, Lena and I had to say goodbye to this group of strangers who became a sort of family in the last weeks. Each of them was a little crazy in their own ways. Ailise and Ciara the Irish girls who spoke really slowly so we could understand them, Fiona Red Hair, Gabriel my dive buddy, Holly the international, Izie the cinema girl, Johanna the photographer, Lotte the cliff jumper, Luna the adrenaline seeker, Michelle the (future) survivor, Ray the amigo, Rosemarie 30-second-shower, Rosie the horse rider, Tom the party beast, Vesna the "I want to go to bed early" party beast, and our guide Harold who loves us all.

To fight off post-group-tour-depression, we spent Sunday morning in the most colorful place on Earth, the market of Chichicastenango, stocking up on souvenirs.Read more