So today marks two years since I last set foot in Australia.
The second time around in Xela I was actually pre-enrolled to head back to Celas Maya and this time I'd opted to stay in a home stay family. The difference in living standard between this one and all my previous ones was astounding. They had a computer, a flat screen TV, a real washing machine, and even a marine fish tank in the living room. These people were definitely a lot more well off than previous families.
At the end of our week in Xela, Rachel, Sarah and I headed back to Antigua. Sarah had to fly home from Guatemala City in a few days time, and I was happy to go back and share the amazing ruins with them and explore a few more.
We arrived in Quetzaltenango, or Xela (pronounced sha-la) as pretty much every refers to it, quite late on a Sunday afternoon. Travelling in my usual manner, I showed up without having pre-organised my enrolment at the school, or a place to stay.
After leaving San Pedro, I made the long and arduous journey across the lake, braving the calm freshwater sea couped up in a little boat for all of 10 minutes, finally arriving at the hippy shores of San Marco La Laguna.