Ahhh....where to begin?
When I left my readers last I was on my way to San Marcos to become a hippie. So we´ll start there. I only meant to be in San Marcos for a day, but I was sucked in by its holistic energy and I stayed a week. As Pieter (my south african mate who convinced me to go to san marcos in the first place) and I were boating across Lago de Atitlan to San Marcos I was already given my hippie name - Lake Walker. Pieter also took on his hippie name Distant Mountain later in the week. I spent the next 7 days in a pyramid shaped hut where the only place I could stand was the center of the pyramid. At 6 in the morning Pieter and I would go down to the lake for our early morning swims. At 7 we went to yoga in the temple. Metaphysics classes at 10 (basics of meditation, 7Chakras, philosophy of yoga, lucid dreaming, astral traveling, etc...).
Pepe aka Gentle Dragon would give us spanish lessons at 2. Pepe is a spanish teacher in the states who, along with Suzy aka Dark Fern, is leading a group of 18-20 year old Americans through central america. At 5 we went to meditation until 630. And then Distant Mountain and I would make a vegetarian feast for our friends that in true hippie fashion we would trade for other services. Particularly Reiki sessions with Nikola (english) aka sunrise and Indian head massages from Sara (american) aka Harmony´s Edge. All in all a pretty good week - no booze, no meat, and plenty of spiritual focus. However, the best part was by far the people. I can´t thank the people I met at Las Pyramides enough for their friendship.
However, all good things must come to an end. And after a terrifying meditation session when Chatty, our meditation guru, began speaking in the tongue of the Arch Angel I decided it was time to leave.......Then I stayed another day to watch Old School at an Italian restaurant. But that´s beside the point.
After San Marcos I headed to Xela where I am now. My bus broke down in the highlands and we had to wait for another bus to pick us up, but eventually I got here. I found a Spanish school, La Paz, which for a hundred dollars a week you get 5 hours of one on one instruction a day plus a guatemalan family to live with that cooks all your meals. And the best part is my family lives above their own restaurant so the food is unbelievable. I have only been here two days, but I am already getting great vibes from my host family. More to come on that in the future.
I hope all is well and I will write soon,
Lakewalker
When I left my readers last I was on my way to San Marcos to become a hippie. So we´ll start there. I only meant to be in San Marcos for a day, but I was sucked in by its holistic energy and I stayed a week. As Pieter (my south african mate who convinced me to go to san marcos in the first place) and I were boating across Lago de Atitlan to San Marcos I was already given my hippie name - Lake Walker. Pieter also took on his hippie name Distant Mountain later in the week. I spent the next 7 days in a pyramid shaped hut where the only place I could stand was the center of the pyramid. At 6 in the morning Pieter and I would go down to the lake for our early morning swims. At 7 we went to yoga in the temple. Metaphysics classes at 10 (basics of meditation, 7Chakras, philosophy of yoga, lucid dreaming, astral traveling, etc...).
Pepe aka Gentle Dragon would give us spanish lessons at 2. Pepe is a spanish teacher in the states who, along with Suzy aka Dark Fern, is leading a group of 18-20 year old Americans through central america. At 5 we went to meditation until 630. And then Distant Mountain and I would make a vegetarian feast for our friends that in true hippie fashion we would trade for other services. Particularly Reiki sessions with Nikola (english) aka sunrise and Indian head massages from Sara (american) aka Harmony´s Edge. All in all a pretty good week - no booze, no meat, and plenty of spiritual focus. However, the best part was by far the people. I can´t thank the people I met at Las Pyramides enough for their friendship. 
However, all good things must come to an end. And after a terrifying meditation session when Chatty, our meditation guru, began speaking in the tongue of the Arch Angel I decided it was time to leave.......Then I stayed another day to watch Old School at an Italian restaurant. But that´s beside the point.
After San Marcos I headed to Xela where I am now. My bus broke down in the highlands and we had to wait for another bus to pick us up, but eventually I got here. I found a Spanish school, La Paz, which for a hundred dollars a week you get 5 hours of one on one instruction a day plus a guatemalan family to live with that cooks all your meals. And the best part is my family lives above their own restaurant so the food is unbelievable. I have only been here two days, but I am already getting great vibes from my host family. More to come on that in the future.
I hope all is well and I will write soon,
Lakewalker
