With its colorful walls and cobblestone streets, our last stop in the beautiful country of Guatemala served as a great bon voyage before heading into El Salvador.
We had no intentions of getting stuck anywhere along the way, but then we met San Pedro La Laguna and fell head over heels in love.
We had read and heard from other travelers that San Marcos was super hippie, to the point where a lot of people we chatted with said it was too hippie for their liking. Us, being Oregonians who appreciate a chilled out music festival from time to time, thought that maybe it would be just hippie enough for us to enjoy. Turns out this place is really hippie.
The first half of our three-and-a-half weeks on Lake Atitlán provided some much needed R&R.
We had high hopes for Livingston but unfortunately it was a mixed bag.
The island of Flores is small enough to walk around in 15 minutes, but we definitely got our steps in.
We came, we saw, we went slow.
Tulum kicked our asses but at least the food was there to nurse us back to health.
Whohn Brose learns an important lesson about numbers in Spanish.
Whohn Brose is headed for Central America in T-minus one week, which means it’s crunch time re: all of our pre-trip to-dos. With our most pressing items behind us—like paying more than $350 to not get Yellow Fever or Typhoid, and also splurging on those really hip pants that zip away into cargo shorts—it’s time to get this blog show on the road. Erm, Whohn the road, we should say.