San Pedro

We're on our first adventure. The sun has just climbed over the mountains and I am sitting in an Adirondack chair watching two locals in wood boats throw nets. Women to my right slap cloth on to the water and rub it against the rocks. Small birds burp and dive. The lake is high.
Our last day this week at hermano Pedro was typical and eventful. Colors and numbers. ABCs and greetings. I awed by their hunger to learn. Playtime was more co trolled chaos. Tug a war. Soccer. The girls had a game called Cebolla. (Onion). One girl grabbed onto a tree. The others lined up behind her arms around the waist of the person in front. Someone knocked o. Tree and asked for Cebolla and the ran to the last person and tried to peel her away from the group. They shrieked with in contained joy when Nick an Aussie who is roommates with guys who joined us that day played full force and with much gusto.
That night my roommates and I had a BBQ and salsa night at our house. Bratwurst, steak, corn, garlic bread and tortillas. Desert someone bought marsh mellows already stuffed with chocolate. We had a good sized international crowd. My students even came. It was was good to let our hair down, to laugh, eat and drink.
The next day most of us were a bit tired. As part of my lesson I jumped on the back of my professors motorcycle and went to San Juan obispo a small village at the base of the volcano. We toured the church with a nun of the first cathedral in Central America.
Our ride here to san Pedro was uneventful. The sun was setting as we waited to take the boat from Panajachel to Pedro. Claudia came up with the idea to take the holding the sun photo trick.
After we arrived at the hotel we found a great lite restaurant called jardin with palapas and salsa band. We walked the small town afterward.
Today we take a guided tour by boat to some of the small villages around the lake.