There are times in your life; you need to listen to your heart and your soul. If your soul is screaming, then it’s time to change direction and re-evaluate your life and surroundings. I knew it would be scary to take a risk, but something needed to change.
It has been almost six months since this realization and the trip that I took that happened to be the calling of my life. At the time, I was working in an environment full of negative energy. I Knew I was not following my heart or passions, and I was becoming negative too. It was time to take a leap of faith and leave the job.
I searched the internet for something and somewhere to go across this fantastic place called Lake Atitlan in Guatemala. It was like a calling because everything fell into place. My flights were dirt cheap, and the accommodations were amazingly cheap too. Since Camilla had not started a full-time job yet and was only working freelance, I looped her in and dragged her on my adventure.
Together we found paradise and a new calling.
So let me introduce you to our little slice of heaven: Lake Atitlan.
Lake Atitlan is considered one of the most beautiful lakes in the world. Surrounded by Volcanos and eternal Spring temperatures, you’d think you found a hidden oasis. It takes about 3 hours by car to get from the airport to the lake and then a water taxi to get to any of the villages. We stayed in Santa Cruz La Laguna, which equated to a 20-minute ride on a water taxi from the central city to get there. We arrived at night in Panajachel and met up with our boat captain, who then took us to Santa Cruz.
We motored in the dark towards Santa Cruz, arriving at a quaint little hotel and hostel where we were greeted with a delicious all-organic meal and red wine, all the while enjoying the entertainment of the host and guests playing the guitars and singing for us. After a full meal and one of the friendliest welcomes we could have imagined after such a long trip, the hotel owner contacted Ramos (our groundskeeper of the home we rented), who came down to lead us back up towards our home for the week. It was a 10-minute hike uphill in pitch black, with only a flashlight to guide us through the winding paths and overgrown jungle until we arrived at our villa above the lake.
The morning view from our villa.
Oso, Ramos’s dog, would visit every day and night. He loved us because we gave him treats. There are tons of dogs in Guatemala, and some of them are not as friendly. We were given the low down our first day that if a vicious dog came towards us in attack mode, we should pretend to reach down to grab stones on the ground and that this would scare them, and they would run away.
Commuting around the lake by water taxi in the mornings was always calm and peaceful. We travelled to all the villages this way, searching for beautiful textiles made by artisans in neighbouring villages. We visited San Juan for their natural dyed texti