San Pedro Trip

Flores, Guatamala

Hola Hola everyone.
How is everybody doing? Kevin and I are doing fine, at the moment we re in a small town named Flores in Northern Guatamala, but wait I jump ahead of myself, lets see where did we leave off, I believe we were still in Antigua(I really need to start saving these messages for my own reference). So from Antigua we took another harrowing bus ride to a place called Lago de Atitlan(Lake Atitlan). The bus dropped us off in a town called Panahachel, which was very touristy so we to a boat to San Pedro on the other side of the lake. By the way this isn t just any lake, its probably the most beautiful lake I ve ever seen. The lake itself is squarish and about 15 miles across. Ringed around the lake are very large mountains 3 of which are active volacanos, this is somewhere I definetly want to return to. Anyway, so we get across the lake and walk into a restaraunt next to the dock and sit down. Along with the food menu the waiter says"All right man, I ve got pot, coke, acid and exctasy" Kevin and I looked at each other thinking to ourselves Hmmmmmm. (by the way those of you who don t approve of my occasional drug use, uh sorry) Anyway so we buy an oz of pot(for 12 bucks) and a couple hits of acid, thinking we ll probably have to hang out for a half hour or so, or even come back later for it, especially with the acid(this was the first time we had seen anything but pot or coke, and we don t like coke), but no the waiter pulls the oz out of his pocket and tosses it nonchalantly on the table. Then he walks over the little cardboard box containing straws on the bar. Grabs the straws, walks over to our table, turns the box upside down, and out comes a little package of acid. Meanwhile, Kevin and I are looking around just waiting for the handcuffs to fall, but no one seems even to notice. So we look at each other, look back "uh, thanks." So later after we dropped our stuff off in the hotel we walk into this small bar, and we re talking to the canadien guy who owns this place and he says "Yeah there s a table out back if y all want to smoke anything or do whatever" Ok this is my happy place.

So Kevin and I decide this would be a perfect time to take a week of spanish school. Where we caught this train of thought I have no idea. Lets see party town, lots of drugs, lets wake up every morning and take spanish class for 4 hours. So we did, and it was alright, I had this cute little guatamalan girl for my teacher named Flora(I like the way she said it better). She was (unfortunately) very traditional, which means very catholic and she wore the traditional dress which leaves WAY to much for the imagination. But she was fun and I think that I even learned a little, she didn t speak any english so I had to use what little spanish that I had the entire time. One night a local bar threw a full moon party, on a beach away from town. They had a dj and a bar set up(I don t know why since everyone was tripping) also a bunch of bon fires. It was pretty cool. Out of the 150 people there we probably met 12 or 15 that we had met before in other towns, including 4 as far back as San Cristobal. A good time was had by all, except for us because we didn t leave the party until 5am and we had class the next day. Try describing the imperfect preterite tense to somebody with a head full of acid in a language they don t fully understand anyway. I felt bad for Flora. Finally after our school was over, we felt that we had to get out of there(although not without buying a little more acid for the road, its the easiest drug to conceal) before our heads exploded. So we went back to Antigua for a couple of days, Kevin has been a little sick lately so we let him get over that, and then yesterday we took a bus up here to Flores, a little town on a island in the middle of a large lake. The big attraction here is Tikal, which is a large mayan ruin, supposedly the most impressive in central america. We re thinking about renting a tent and camping up there tonight, but I guess I ll save that for the next letter rather than speculate. Anyway, if your still reading thank you for bearing with me. I will talk to y all later Buenos Noches. Moe