A van full of girls and a bumpy car ride later, we found ourselves standing below a steaming crater. Walking sticks and horse taxis galore, we definitely weren't in Antigua anymore, praying to God the volcano doesn't roar. The day insisted we hike Pacaya, all the while learning about the Maya and their history, about the devastating lava we hope to never see. Miguel took charge, leading the way, up a trail that resembled a used ashtray surrounded by beautiful greens that, to most eyes, are unseen, making it pleasantly serene. Persistent with the steady incline, we made it to the top with plenty of time to enjoy the view, one that was breathtakingly beautiful through and through. There were many a dog, all seemingly astray, and all charming in their own rugged kind of way. Even when begging hastily, we couldn't help but sympathize with those bright, wide, puppy dog eyes. And of course the steam hole, how could I forget -- perhaps the "summit's" most exciting feature yet. We all took a turn climbing in to what could have been a mini sauna, under which lies the boiling lava. As a storm appeared to be headed our direction, our Pacaya adventure seemed to wrap up with perfection. As we hustled down the mountainside, everyone seemed to be more than satisfied with what they had gained through this experience in which nothing was feigned. There and back again we are, an hour away isn't so far. It's funny though, how leaving Antigua feels like leaving home. But it's important to roam new terrain, it's important to grab each opporunity by the reins. I'm excited to see what this next week brings, with Tikal in our sights, it's time to further spread our wings!
(Pictures to come!)
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