Lake Atitlan Guatemala
Over a month ago (or maybe it was a lifetime ago), we flew to Guatemala to join Taido’s family for a week on Lake Atitlán and a few days in Antigua.
My mother-in-law has been raving about the beauty of this lake for years, so we were excited to leave winter in Northern Europe to meet her and Taido’s sister + boyfriend among the hammocks and papaya trees.
Getting to the lake is an adventure in itself…after flying for many hours and spending a night in Guatemala City, we made our way via shuttle bus and boat to what would be our home for a week.
In order to stay in the resort my mother-in-law loves so much on the week our boys were out of school, we were officially joined onto a yoga retreat that was taking place there. Maybe the most delightful surprise of our time in Guatemala was how much we enjoyed both the events and the people (oh, the people!) on this retreat.
I left Lake Atitlán filled with gratitude for all the treasures of this very special week in Guatemala.
Here are a just a few of those treasures:
waking up to the views of the calm lake every morning
slipping out to get coffee with Taido while the boys were still sleeping
watching fishermen pass slowly by in their boats
morning yoga in a thatched roof-covered studio overlooking the lake
eye contact for longer than is comfortable
strangers becoming friends
walking in the sun to a nearby mountain village
volcanos disappearing behind the clouds that rolled in predictably every afternoon
watching the lake transform from calm glass to wild waves throughout the day
boys in kayaks
afternoons by the pool while the boys went swimming
Ben talking me into jumping into the (cold!) lake
the humility (and laughter) over having to be pulled out of the lake by others when I could not hoist myself back onto the dock
solar heated hot tub
boys running free
thick, homemade blue corn tortillas, still warm from the griddle
crazy variety of herbal teas
smoothies with ginger and mint and lime with fun names like pure joy and gratitude
curries and stews and hummus and tahini dressing
grated carrot and beet salads
homemade granola and yogurt
the sweet sound of a hang drum being played
reading and napping in hammocks
mosaic stone walk ways
making friends (or peace) with spiders
riding standing up in the back of a pick-up truck
picnic lunch under shady trees
walking and talking
crossroads coffee blessings
exploring villages and towns around the lake
ceramic bird whistles
school murals and community projects
explosions of color
aloe plants for treating sunburn
sunrise meditations and sunset shavasanas
learning new ways to move
singing around a fire
salsa dancing lessons
holding space for each other
evening pink sky reflected on the yoga studio floor
volcanos and clouds turning shades of purple
star-filled night skies
In addition to all of the above, I feel super fortunate that I had the opportunity to meet yoga instructor extraordinaire Jurian Hughes, and her assistant for week Adriana Robertson, who taught us all how to salsa – the MOST fun! I am hugely hopeful that our paths will cross again.
Special thanks to Taido’s mama for the gift of such a special holiday together and to all of our family for their adventurous spirits, generous hearts and open presence. AND to all the members of this retreat who accepted us into their fold and let us join their dance.