quickly now, quickly

We are leaving in 30 minutes for a ride to Lago de Atitlan, so I'll do pics later. Just a note to say we're fine! I couldn't text last night because my phone's acting like it has a virus on it. Weird and slightly impossible. Until later...

The Lanquin river valley is paradise on Earth

The morning after the $10 icky room(80 quetzal or just Q), we escaped Flores in a new little colectivo headed for the Lanquin river valley. It was a very long 6.5 hours, but so worth it because the valley was truly spectacularly beautiful. Rolling mountains of brilliant, lush green, sporting coffee, cardamom, and unbelievable amounts of corn. Corn, corn and more corn, planted on the steep hillsides. What a pain to harvest! But it all made for a breathtaking picture, and all of us in the colectivo (us two Americanos, two kiwis, three people who spoke Hebrew so maybe Israelis, and four Italians. Central America is hugely popular with Italians for some reason.) kept trying to take pictures through the glass until the kindly older driver stopped at a lookout point. Here´s what we got--




I don´t think pictures even really do the countryside justice.

The driver wanted to drop us all in Lanquin, which was fair, but I didn´t want to have to pay a new driver to take us to our hotel, El Retiro, so I just tipped this one 20Q to do it. And El Retiro itself....I could have stayed there forEVER. This hammock and view were directly outside our room.




Those are cows dotting the hill!

Down a winding stone path, there was a sauna (we missed out), reception, the hotel restaurant and a small area for you to get into the Lanquin river and let yourself hang from a rope in the strong current. And since it was nearly sunset when we arrived, by the time Eric and I got in the water, the famous bats from the Lanquin caves were on their nightly exodus for food.....and every one of them prowled the river, swooping over our heads and filling the sky with their sonar.


You can´t see the bats here, but it´s a good representation of the river and rope. Deep water!

After our day at Semuc the next morning, we understood why El Retiro offers family-style buffet dinners every single night. We began with a 12 km ride in the bed of a pickup truck (it had a cage on it for standing and holding on) on a really rough gravel road, which I found incredibly fun because I just find weird things fun. We chatted with our other passengers-- three Swedes, a German, and a British girl, and got pretty comfortable with each other. We started our all-day excursion at the Ka´anba caves, a newly discovered system really close to the river. Since we´d be wading with candles through waist and neck-deep water in some places within the caves, we were encouraged to acclimate ourselves by sitting on a really long swing, swinging and jumping directly into the middle of the Lanquin river. Of course, as the loud American girl, I was the only one who screeched on her way off the swing and into the water. Super fun!! I wish I´d had another go. The only people who didn´t were some other people who spoke Hebrew, and actually one of those girls was really prissy and I had NO IDEA what she was doing outside of a city, much less scrambling through cold water over sharp rocks in a cave.

So anyway, after the swing, we all got our candles and proceeded into the cave with our guide, sixteen-year-old Guate native, Cokie. It probably lasted an hour and a half and was....yeah, I think I´m out of adjectives here. It was like a movie. The water was first knee-deep, then just puddles, then waist-deep, then it was so deep I couldn´t stand and had to swim with my candle, an interesting experience. We didn´t bring our camera in because I´m a dolt and left our awesome waterproof one on the plane and this new one is not waterproof. We climbed over rocks, climbed a knotted rope through a waterfall inside the cave, slid into the water on natural formations that were like slides, and I got to jump into a deep pool of water from the very top of the cave. (I hit the bottom and don´t recommend it for anyone over like 80 lbs.) The caves were crazy, one of the coolest things we´ve ever seen, honestly.

After the caves, we got inner tubes and floated for about an hour down the Lanquin, and it was supremely relaxing and exceptionally pretty. Then it was lunchtime, and after lunch we did another crazy thing...we jumped off a bridge into the river. Including Eric!!! It was really scary but really fun, and both of us would do it again in a heartbeat. Here´s Eric on the way down!



Here´s me next to a Swede girl, deliberating over who should go first. (It was me.)



And finally, after all that awesomeness, we made our way into the nacionale parque Semuc Champey. Eric and I hiked a grueling 20 minutes (seriously, it was hard) with the Swedes to a lookout point aptly named El Mirador, where we got these heartstoppingly high pictures--





Then we hiked back down and went to swim in the pozas, or pools, of Semuc.


Here´s where the Lanquin drops 300 meters and rushes underneath a natural limestone bridge before it comes raging out the other end in whitewater rapids.



Incredible day.

Since we sadly didn´t have another day at El Retiro, we decided to also visit the Lanquin cave, from whence had come swarming the thousands or maybe millions of bats from the night before while we. El Retiro runs a short tour specifically so you can see the countless bats leaving. And it was also awesome! It was hard to get good pictures since it was so dark, but here are a couple.





We ended our day with a huge, well-earned dinner and cervezas. I was really sad to leave El Retiro the next day and honestly feel like I could live amongst such beauty, serenity, cameraderie and fun for the rest of my life. I totally understand why some backpackers make it there and never leave. But leave we did, and onto la proxima aventura!

Continuation of Tikal

La Casa was pretty great. It was scrupulously clean and I even showered in bare feet (ie, amazing). The restaurant above was quick and delicious, and we enjoyed watching geckos catch their own dinner by the lights. After a satisfying night's rest, we rose at 5 am (yes Rebecca, FIVE AM) to take a 5:30 colectivo (like a shuttle) to Tikal. We passed through several small aldeas (villages), and they were all nearly ephemeral in the pre-dawn light. El Remate's free-ranging chickens and pullets were everywhere, all pretty and speckled, and there were many horses grazing calmly by the roadside. One even trotted across the road in front of us, untethered. I wish we could have stopped for pictures there, but truly, we'd have been stopping every 20 feet.


David searching for tarantulas with a boy, Kai.


Eric with a giant tarantula on him.

We arrived at Tikal a little past 6 am and the sun had unfortunately already risen. Nevertheless, there were very few visitors so we knew there would just be pretty much jungle sounds. We left our heaviest packs with the restaurant on-site and set to hiking. On the way to the first temple, we walked right underneath a noisy flock of...TOUCANS! We must have stood for at least five or more minutes, grinning like fools, watching them play and chatter and watch us right back. Awesome!!

The main temple of Acropolis Sur arose from the jungle as suddenly as a slap. We took pictures of its shocking rise from the trees and hurried into the main clearing, where we were surrounded by more ruins, fields of grass and clover, and an eerie, droning hum. It sounded like a huge, HUGE horde of bees coming fast from really far away. It was extremely surreal, and the hum kind of made me uneasy. It wasn't until after we'd walked around for a bit, admiring, that Eric realized the drone WAS bees. Thousands of bees in the clover all around us, busily collecting nectar and humming so collectively that the sound fooled our ears into thinking it was coming when it was already there. Really, one of the strangest and most unnerving sounds I've ever heard, but strangely appropriate for the ancient and abandoned ruins of Tikal.


Not the best picture, but we'll save the best for later.

We couldn't climb the main temple because it was too delicate, so we climbed the one across from it. It was still a hefty ascent but the view was magnificent. After a brief rest, we explored more of that main plaza. There were all sorts of buildings hidden in the jungle, all with little footpaths leading to more. At the top of one such building, we saw a howler monkey in the low-hanging branches above it, snacking on fruit. We climbed closer and closer, hoping for a good picture, but it kept moving behind foliage that obscured our view. Absentmindedly, I made a soft clicking noise that usually makes squirrels stop and look at me, and instantly the monkey dropped his fruit and advanced toward me on his branch. So of course, instead of waiting for a good pictorial opportunity, we immediately freaked out and ran off the temple! You never can tell with a monkey what it's going to do....we preferred to escape Guatemala sans rabies shots.



After exhausting that plaza, we continued to our next destination, Temple IV. On the trail there, we saw someone who had been in the colectivo with us, watching another howler monkey. That was old news to us by then, we after watching it swing around for a moment, we continued down the path. Then we saw a real coatimundi, right by the trail! As Eric stopped for pictures, I heard a really strange noise behind us, like a crackling fire or the loud, continuous snapping of dead sticks. The other guy was still there, also trying to figure out the sound, when we simultaneously saw a large black bird with a colorful beak, maybe half the size of a toucan's, hopping around...and the sound was coming from IT. I've never heard of a bird call like that, so I thought it must be imitating a sound, and the only bird I know of that can do THAT is a mynah bird. It had the right-looking black body, but the beak was different. I also have no idea if mynahs live in Guatemala. Amazing nonetheless. I will probably never know what the bird was. I told the guy to come over our way because there was a coatimundi, and he didn't know what it was. All three of us got really close but stayed a respectful distance...you know, because it's a wild animal. I did something-- looked away, or leaned over, or something--and when I looked back, the coati had literally walked right up to me. It was less than a foot away, looking at me with mild interest, long nose twitching. Then it continued snuffling on its way, scruffing up the ground for whatever it eats. All along the jungle trails, we continued to see absolutely astounding wildlife, including some kind of incredibly tiny tapir and turkeys with blue heads.

Temple IV was the steepest of all, so Eric and I took turns watching our bags and lunches while the other ascended and descended. You could see several other temples from the top and the surrounding, rolling jungle. Temple V was similar, and helped us see a couple other ruins we'd missed. After taking pictures until our camera battery died, we headed back to the park entrance to catch a colectivo to Santa Elena. This colectivo continuously started and stopped, letting people on and off, and when it was full to brimming, it rocketed full speed ahead to Santa Elena, where we were dropped at the bus terminal. There, I learned there were no buses to Coban as I'd thought, so I booked our passage to Lanquin the next day instead.

Tikal hoy

At dawn this morning we hiked all through Nacionale Parque Tikal, the most famous Mayan ruins in the world. Gorgeous, especially in the early morning light! We got some great pictures and totally exhausted ourselves. This computer is really slow and I can hear it overheating, so I am not going to try to upload pictures...again. Sorry! Today has been a little harrying, as there was not a bus to Coban as I thought, so we have to stay the night in Flores. Negotiating all that was really tiring and my brain hurt for awhile. A 10 dollar room in Guatemala is uh, just what you might expect it to be. Thankfully, there are no bedbugs and it is clean enough, but the showerhead looks like it could electrocute us.

Last night the ancient proprietor of La Casa de Don David, aptly named David, took Eric and me and a little family tarantula hunting on the hotel grounds. There were TONS, and they all had lovely rosy backsides. David (who has to be in his mid eighties or maybe even 90) swiftly captured a couple of them and let them crawl around on the dad and son of the little family....and Eric too! I, thank you very much, was perfectly happy to take pictures and not let a giant spider (ie monster) crawl on me with its huge fangs. I have a good picture of Eric and spider beaming though!

In the morning, we are on another 6.5 hour bus ride to the south, into the mountainous region of Alta Verapaz. We will stay at El Retiro near Semuc Champey, commonly called the 8th world wonder. Google it and see! (because there is a man here eyeing me with some impatience). El Retiro for two days, hopefully much better internet because it is a place in demand the world over, then to Tactic to stay with a cool Peace Corps volunteer named Kate. We hope you are all well and miss you and Inga!

Also....FELICIDADES to Rebecca and Jason on the purchase of their first home!

On the banks of Lago Petén Itza

We have successfully crossed the Belizean border into Guatemala. But let's begin at the beginning...

Belize seems to be a poor country, something that rather surprised both of us upon arrival. San Pedro was quite small and a bit dirty, but brightly painted and with constantly-playing, colorful music, so it seems more charming than not at first glance. Perhaps I put us in the more rundown part of town with my choice of budget hotel? Everyone got around on golf carts or by foot, but mostly golf carts. Cabbies on every corner, petitioning you with "taxi? taxi?" One guy said that our hotel, Ruby's was far away, when he knew quite well it was only a block! He then laughed when I called him on it. There were also mongrel dogs running around everywhere.

Every place we ate had GREAT food though. Last night we forwent a nicer restaurant and ate pupusas at a tiny hole-in-the-wall too. Pupusas are like cornmeal tortillas stuffed with an endless variety of meats, cheeses and vegetables, then fried on a griddle right in front of you. Incredibly filling, cheap and delicious! The place was called Waruguma, meaning "star" in Garifuna, which is another dialect further to the south. We enjoyed chatted with Estela, the daughter of the proprietor and maker of our pupusas. We also met a newlywed couple from Philadelphia there, Thaddeus and Stephanie, with whom we spent the rest of our evening talking and drinking.

But befoooore all that, we went snorkeling at the Hol Chan Marine Reserve and Shark Ray Alley! It was pretty surreal for both of us. The reserve was beautiful, with huge brain coral and delicate purple sea fans, brightly colored fishes whose names I sadly don't know, darting between gaily waving anemones. One of the things I liked best was seeing how small schools of fish would gently sway back and forth to match the rhythm of the sea grass and anemones. It was a little hard to believe we were there.

At Shark Ray Alley, the guides dropped food over the sides of our boats to attract grey nurse sharks and blue manta rays, then encouraged us all to leap overboard...so we did! One guide fed a ray by hand, played with it, then gathered it up in his arms so we could touch it. Eric saw a guide feed an eel a conch out of its shell! I'm a hypocrite here because I know you shouldn't touch the wildlife, but I touched the ray anyway and I liked it. It felt like firm, velvety slime; it doesn't sound appealing but it was great! There were clouds of yellowtails beneath our boat, and beautiful black fish with deep indigo fins nibbled algae off the bottom.

Our fellow snorkelers were a father with daughter and son from Toronto, and a family from San Diego. Their younger son spent the whole time declaring he would not get in the water, not because he was scared, but because he knew aaaalllll about sharks and knew better. He wanted to a shark biologist...but wouldn't get anywhere near a peaceful nurse shark? HA. He kept repeating "Bull sharks kill with a smile on their face!" I actually thought he was very amusing and chatted with him a bit, tried to persuade him into the water, but he stood firm. Oh also, I saw our guide plug a hole in the corner of our boat with his foot, which was a bit disconcerting! Of course I didn't notice this until we were already underway.

Today we took a five hour bus ride into Guatemala. During the three hour ride to the border, we saw many shacks of scrap wood and corrugated steel, more mongrel dogs and countless barefoot children (albeit well-fed). There were also at least a dozen houses abandoned mid-construction. Foundations laid, walls built up, but sans doors or rooves. They looked like they'd been there a long time. Very strange.

Across the border, the vegetation thickened and it was clear we were headed into the jungle region. There are many cleared areas by the Macal River, with cows, field of corn, and brightly colored house. It's very hilly and when we are high enough to see over a series of valleys, the view of forested hilltops is almost too perfect. Our bus driver dropped us off right in front of La Casa de Don David and we have loved every minute of this place. It's huge, with a variety of fruiting trees, hedges trimmed into whimsical toucan shapes, beautiful bright flowers and an amazing low-lying shrub that responds to touch! We met the owner of this place, David, and he showed us that if you bent down and just brushed the shrub, it snapped its leaves closed and tightened against the ground.

Off to look at tarantulas now.....pictures another time. Hasta pronto!

en la isla bonita

After losing a camera (which I spent months researching, choosing and getting accessories for, can you tell I'm bitter?), we arrived in Belize City. It's muggy here. Took a 75 minute jolty boat ride from the Marine Terminal to what Madonna famously coined La Isla Bonita. It kind of reminds me of the Philippines...cleaner though. It's drizzling quite a bit and we haven't seen many other travelers here, which I thought was odd for San Pedro.



Here's the view from our room at Ruby's Hotel.

Last night we ate at The Reef, where we were reunited with an old love from Mexico....the beautiful, delicious huachinango (red snapper).




This computer's slow, so that's it for now. We're going snorkeling in about an hour! Hasta pronto!

Aaaaand two months later....

...two months later, this jerk (ME) decides she should probably get around to writing about her sister-in-law's wedding.

It was gorgeous, and as far as I knew, went without a hitch! The weather couldn't have been nicer, the sun was shining brilliantly and there was a very nice breeze. Perfect for a May wedding! I actually don't have pictures of during the wedding, because I sang the service and Eric was a groomsman, so neither of us were able to take any. Which is too bad, because the church looked really beautiful with its new makeover, and I would like to have some. But, we have plenty of others! This post will be mostly pictures of the wedding aftermath.


Here's a sassy Sara getting ready beforehand.


Dustin and company. Not even nervous! Eric told me he swigged peppermint schnapps right before ours.


Come to think of it, I think it was this guy (not Jeff) who gave him some!


And now we fast-forward to post-wedding stuff. Here's Sara with her two besties, Kendahl and Denise. I loved the pale lemon yellow. We took Ollie the Trolley for wedding party pictures in the Gene Leahy mall downtown.


Here's me and Eric with my hair falling out.


All our handsome groomsmen!


The lovely bridesmaids enjoying their bouquets. All except Beth--nice going there, champ. :)


The photogs had everyone leap into the air, which was very amusing.


Onward to Billy Frogg's to wet our whistles!




Just look at those baby blues!


The reception! And a sweet-looking father-daughter dance.


Action shot, bouquet toss! Those little girls are CLUELESS!


My parents came too!


Before things got uncivilized.


"IT'S TIME TO DANCE, FOOL!"


Gettin down, gettin down...


Adorable!


Sara and her new Pops.


Denise TOTALLY accosting Sue. I think this picture is hilarious!! Poor Sue, ha!


Eric and Aunt Carol


Jeff and Traci like to boogie!


And by the end of the night, everyone was feeling pretty good.


The next morning, Sara and Dustin opened their scads of great gifts. Nice shiny new wedding ring, D! I chose this one in particular because he's not making a crazy face in it. LIKE USUAL.

And that's the way it was. Congratulations, newlyweds!