View from the porch of the little cabin we rented on Caye Caulker.

We took a bus over to Belize and a boat out to this little coral island. Nature's perfect swimming pool!

Homemade tortillas... can you smell them?

Oh to have a little babe snuggled up in a carrier... And this woman's huipil is incredible! Did you know it is possible to identify what village a woman is from based on the specific colors and patterns she weaves? Mayan weaving has been likened to a written language itself.

Polly want a tortilla?

The small villages require a boat taxi to reach them. Our pleasure!

On the trail with a trusty walking stick.

Taking a boat across the lake to one of the small villages, called San Marcos. From the water, two walking paths lead up into the hills.

We met so many wonderful people in Guatemala. In this rural area, many people were as fascinated to see us as we were fascinated to see them. Most people in this village outside Nebaj did not speak any Spanish, let alone English... Mayan languages being the norm. So we communicated with smiles and hand gestures. Did you know there are some 30 differebt Mayan languages spoken widely in Guatemala?

These hills...

Gotta love the creative paint jobs on Guatemalan buses. And of course a bumpy ride with locals, squeezed in between the chickens and burlap sacks of produce.

Taking in the view from the cliff above...