It’s Girls Day Out. Mikayla, Vicki Foster and I are on our way to San Marcos la Laguna, Guatemala. Lonely Planet describes this village of 3,000 as the epicenter for the study of yoga, massage and meditation. We’re bumping along the choppy surface of Lake Atitlán in a lancha that makes regular stops between Panajachel and four villages standing on the lake’s edge.
I arrived two days ago in San Antonio Palopó where our friends from Bradenton, Florida, the Foster family, are vacationing. Vicki and Dave and their sons Gunnar, Max, Trey and Chris are staying in a beautiful villa overlooking Lake Atitlán. Mikayla has enjoyed a long visit with the Fosters whom we met at Twin Dolphin Marina when we first bought Happy Times. Mikayla and I will return to HT on the Rio Dulce in a few days. First, there’s San Marcos to explore.
As soon as we step ashore, a boy about 10 years old asks where we’re going and offers to be our guide, as if we’re going to get lost in the village. We politely decline.
It’s Sunday and the village is quiet. The streets are bare except for a pedestrian or two and a handful of kids playing basketball. We spot our first hippie, an amiable young man with dreads hanging below his shoulders. Speaking softly in a French accent, he indicates that his English is “not so good” and he is unable to direct us to a restaurant.
Around the next bend we spot the Moonfish Café and enjoy a Tex-Mex meal. Posted there is a flyer advertising a retreat, the Spiritual Sexual Shamanic Practitioners Training or SSSPT for short. Intrigued, I read the bios of the instructors. Baba Dez Nichols specializes in sacred sexual healing and personal growth and planetary arousal. Darn! Too bad the retreat is scheduled for next month.
Next we visit Cerro Tzankujil, a nature reserve featuring hiking, Mayan altars and scenic vistas. The “trampolin” on the poster catches our attention, and we immediately assume that we’re going to find a trampoline in the wilderness where we can jump for hours at a time like Airheads in Tampa. The joke’s on us. We figure out that trampolin in Spanish means springboard and refers to a platform where we can make a 20’ jump into Lake Atitlán. Maybe we can make a better plan for our next trip to San Marcos and include more jumping, sex and hippies. Care to join us?