Saturday, September 13, 2014

Paredon Surf House

We hadn’t planned on visiting the Pacific coast of Guatemala, but when our local friend Karla suggested a road trip to the beach, we were IN.

Enter Paredon Surf House. Two hours from Antigua. Miles down a dirt road with nothing in any direction but grass and happy cows. Bamboo huts on stilts surrounding a pool, beside which we eat dinner together under twinkling lights and the stars. Perched on the edge of a black sand beach and home to some tiny newborn adorable kittens. It was just the vacation we needed from our vacation J

Friday, September 12, 2014


I’ve said before that the main reason we travel is freedom. That special kind of freedom that we've only ever attained through long term travel. Well, I may have been mistaken. It struck me, late one evening in a small cantina Antigua, that the real thing we're probably after is JOY. The pure, unadulterated joy you experience a few salty margaritas in, when you are linked arm in arm with the folks you met in another town, that you loved so much you couldn’t bear to leave, so now you’re all singing along with the quirky guitar player in the corner to Green Day’s “I hope you had the time of your life”, while the owner brings out a fresh plate of tacos and pours another round of tequilas, and you feel so far away from home but so close to everybody in that bar, and the light is warm and the candles are flickering and it’s raining outside and you feel like you might burst from the sheer joy of it all. And you know that it might not sound like much, yet you feel like nobody is as content and connected as you are at this moment, in this bar, on this cobblestone street in the middle of this old colonial city in Guatemala. And you feel overwhelmed by the thought of it and your eyes actually brim with tears for a brief moment as you recall yes, this. This is why we travel.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Lago de Atitlán, Guatemala

After two magical weeks, we finally tore ourselves away from Lake Atitlán. A collective year and a half of travels, and it’s the first time I’ve ever cried when leaving a place. If the two of us ever disappear, I’ll tell you right now, the Iguana Perdida is the first place you should look.

For photos of what is quite possibly our favorite place that we’ve ever been, click HERE.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Boozing on a Budget

It's not wine, but it's Clos.

Monday, September 8, 2014

Underwater Vision

For hundreds of years, Lake Atitlán’s waters have risen and fallen in predictable cycles. However, after 2010’s tropical storm Agatha, lakewater rose a staggering 15 feet in just a year and a half. Lakefront hotels and restaurants flooded, premium property was destroyed, and thousands of residents have suffered the consequences. At this time, water levels seem to have stabilized. But some believe that landsides caused by Agatha have blocked underwater channels, and the situation could continue to get worse. So visit the lake while you still can!!

Your stroll along what was once beachfront will look like this:

Not safe drunk.

 A sort of surreal, sad, yet increasingly mystifying place to be.