On Sunday I took a boat to San Marcos to see another lake
town and visit my friend Valentina. The trip there took about an hour but didn’t
seem long at all because it was so filled with beautiful views.
An interesting note about the boat rides is that boats do
not leave or arrive at a scheduled time. From what I experienced, the drivers
just sit in the dock until every person sized area in their boat is filled, and
then they take off for their destination. If no one seems to be coming to the
dock they might leave with some spaces left open, but they also might sit and wait
for a good long time until more passengers wander over. It just depends on the
driver. On the way to San Marcos there were several more people than seats on
the boat and almost all with bags of feed or seed or flowers or food. There were
three stops before we reached San Marcos: Santa Cruz, Jaibalito, and a third
that I didn’t find out the name of because the man sitting next to me warned me
that time before I could ask where we were that No, this dock was not yet San Marcos.


When we finally did arrive I was pleasantly surprised by the
town. I had heard that every town around the lake has its own personality and
feel, but I hadn’t traveled around much yet. San Marcos was very different from
Pana in a lovely, flowery kind of way.

Valentina warned me that it
was quite a hike, and I was still wearing my church dress from that morning,
but I had some good boots, lots of water, and a desire to go.

It was quite a hike. Sometimes the painted flowers were very far apart and I’d worry that I’d gone the wrong way before I saw the next one. Sometimes they were partially hidden under real foliage. And sometimes the path continued straight, but the flowers veered to the left or right.
I thought about Valentina saying that it’s such a hike that
many people give up and turn back before they reach the Yoga Forest. My friend
had told me that when he was there he had turned the wrong way someplace and
lost the flower path completely. As I continued up the mountain, perfectly
alone in the most beautiful of places, I considered the thought the maybe the
benefit of the Yoga Forest is gotten not by being there but by getting there. I
think I gained a huge amount tranquility - and exercise - from the hike. So
half an hour later when the painted rocks stopped and off to the side there was
a sign and a gate marked “The Yoga Forest”, I paused. I looked. And I kept on walking.


An unfortunate discovery was that there is more than one path to the Yoga Forest. It made sense; people come from different directions. But it meant that though you can follow the flowers up to the gate, you cannot actually trust that following them in reverse will lead you back the way you came. I definitely made a few wrong turns, but luckily it was easy to remember that the direction I should be moving was down. Safely at the bottom, I reunited with Valentina, and we took a much less crowded lancha home to Panajachel.
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