Atitlan -- volcano and lake

A day on the boat touring the cities around Lake Atitlan. We got off to a great start. Breakfast of eggs, bean paste, and pancakes. Then money changing with plenty of locals selling their wares. “No gracias,” became a phrase of the day.

We loaded onto the boat—the seven of us from First Church plus a large group from Oak Grove Presbyterian Church and another group from the twin cities. The sun was shining as we enjoyed the beautiful scenery.

Sun turned to rain by the time we got to Santiago. We darted through the streets of the market, practicing our “no gracias,” as we headed toward the church. Eric, and, Brad, Wayne and I headed up to the church; Russ and Ann worked their way through the market.

We saw where Father Stan was killed 26 years ago and read stories of the many people in Santiago who were killed in the civil war.

Father Stan’s memorial, Santiago Atitlán

It’s hard to imagine all the violence that took place—especially so recently. On the whole, the people in Santiago were more traditionally dressed, especially the men in their embroidered pants. The women wore their traditional clothes, too.

We wound our way back through the market, stopping for some snacks and a few souvenirs. Then it was back to the launch for the trip across to Panajachal. The ride took close to two hours—time enough for cards, conversations, and even a nap or two.

We spent just under two hours in Panajachel. Our group split up—we paired off to shop ‘til we dropped. Just about everybody found things—all of jus enjoying the textiles, woodcarvings, arts, and crafts. Plenty of tourists were in Panajachal.  Bought a table runner, a wooden dish, and a handmade journal. I also realized that I have a hard time saying no once I establish a relationship with the seller. It’s hard not to support the folks who are trying to make their living.

Market streets in Panajachel

 

We made it back to the boat to enjoy a cold and wet ride back to San Lucas. The ill weather made for solidarity as people got out their newly purchased blankets, shirts, pants, and ponchos and shared them with one another. We huddled together on our ride home, swapping stories with those around us.

We arrived back in time for a delicious dinner of chicken, potatoes, broccoli, and watermelon. We were all tired and windburned. Russ, Ann, and Wayne sat with Father John Goggin, who’s been with the mission for 40+ years. They heard his take on the Civil War. Brad, Xan, Eric and I mostly ate in a content silence, thankful for hearty food, a dry place, and good company.

All in all a very good day. Tomorrow we get a tour of the work sites, and then it’s off to work ourselves. Looking forward to what’s in store.