|Waterfall over Panajachel, Lake Atitlan, Guatemala|
Deep into Guatemala we traveled. West to the coast we encountered the pacific shores of Monterrico, the land of sea turtles, parrots, caamans, and iguanas. We went up into the mountains, climbing the heights that surround mile high Lake Atitlan that was created by a cataclysmic volcano many years past, rolling on the waves of a lake with depths of over
We zip-lined through the canopy between two mountains, suspended by a single small cable with our gloved right hands as the break.
|A great little place for tortillas and limonade|
|A view from a mountainside terrace|
Don't forget the monkeys!
|Daring photo courtesy of Stephen Mathis|
We travelled deep into the northern jungle region, near Coban where we rented a cattle truck and endured a 45 minute drive on impassable roads...
|G-Haul (Gringo Transport)|
...to reach one of National Geographic’s Most Beautiful places, also listed as “one of the 25 places to see before you die,” Semuc Champey.
|A simple view along the way|
|This bridge had seen better days...|
The climb down was just as dangerous, but we had seen the destination. The water was clear and cool with the first step in. The guide warned us, “there is fence at top of pools and at bottom. You cross it, you die.” The area in between… was the most amazing thing I’ve ever encountered.
|The first pool at the top of the cascade of pools!|
It was about that time that I heard our guide shouting at me from the bank above. I raised my head as I began to make out the word that he kept shouting over and over. “Pirhana!” “What?” I shouted. He said, “this pool is not for swim. It is full of pirhana!”
I stopped all movement and immediately stared down at the water. I was aware of my body suspended alone in the clear depths. My mind instantly took an inventory of every surface of my body. Did I have any cuts? Any open wounds? I did not. Feeling a little more confident, but still fully freaked… I looked up at the bank for help. It was at that moment that I caught the sideways grin of the guide. I was simply a victim of his favorite joke!
I have heard the cliché, “hurt people, hurt people, and I figured that sounded pretty good. So over the next hour or so I enjoyed freaking others out with tales of flesh eating fish as they swam into the cool, clear water.
Of course our group also visited Antigua and spent a great deal of time wandering through local markets. Antigua never gets boring. No matter how many times we visit, the volume and variety of beauty is aways astounding.
|"Fuente de las Sirenas"|
|Fountains at Santo Domingo|
|Santa Catalina Arch|
|Sorry about the white legs.|
|An exchange of blessings.|
|Parts of Bible School were a BLUR!|
|Bible School lesson inside Pastor Soloman's Church|
|Double Rainbow, final day of work at Labor de Falle|
|This chick hatched a vibrant shade of pink (I know, you don't believe it).|
|Somewhere over the midwestern U.S.|
I promised my uncle the “Ultimate Adventure,” and I don’t know if he’d consider that I made good on my promise, but at the end of the day my conscious is clear. Because this mission that God has given to me… well, it truly is the ultimate adventure.