Way too nice
My girlfriend and I visited San Pedro La Laguna and stayed at Moxy and Eileen’s beautiful beach house on the shores of Lake Atitlan, for a delightful month. Frankly, we had a hard time leaving. The house is modern, clean, designed beautifully, and equipped with all the amenities needed for a restful, gringo friendly, Central American vacation – dishes, bottled water fountain, towels, hot tub, lounge chairs, etc., etc.
The views of the lake and surrounding mountains are spectacular. The bed is actually comfortable. Hot water is amazingly abundant.
The town of San Pedro bustles with genuinely friendly locals who welcome “extranjeros” from every imaginable country. You can kayak, take a boat to the other towns along the lake, go to the local movie, sports bar, restaurants (all great), shop, fish, swim, lay on the beach, soak in the culture, take salsa lessons, and on and on.
The town itself isn’t too big or too small. For example, the street market provides a cornucopia of amazing vegetables – carrots the size of small clubs, fresh, crisp lettuce, sweet, succulent tomatoes, corn, herbs, mangoes, papaya, and just about any type of vegetable you’d like. Expect an interesting, exotic street bazaar where you’ll have no problem finding any item you need -- except, of course, a corkscrew, an appliance that’s used in San Pedro for the single purpose of teaching gringos a new word (sacacorchos).
And absolutely climb the San Pedro volcano. Start early, pick a dry day to avoid a muddy trail, and brace yourself for a thrilling vista.
In short, the beach house is great. My only regret was not going to a bank in the States and getting Guatemalan Quetzales IN SMALL DENOMINATIONS before the trip. I’m talking about $200-$400 USD (depending on the length of your stay) in 10’s and 20’s Quetzales. Like my trip to Ecuador last year, I discovered that small bills were constantly needed and that the ATM only spit out 100’s. In San Pedro, a 100 Q note sends most shopkeepers scurrying around the village looking for change. To solve that problem, I went to the local bank (yes, San Pedro has an actual bank) but they couldn’t (or wouldn’t for whatever strange Central American reason) give me any small notes. Trust me on this one. Pay the absurd fee at your American bank for a wad of small bills and go down to Guatemala with your Rick Steves money pouch stuffed down your cargo pants. You’ll be happy you did and the senoritas will appreciate your macho profile.
Helpful votes: 24/24
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