Panajachel is a little town in Guatemala. The vibrant streetlife eccoes the evermoving waters of the lake and the women -all still in traditional dress- carry themselves with the same silent grace with wich the volcanoes rise in the distance. It is here, amidst this coulerful array of life, that we found ourselves living for about a month.
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We woke up this morning early, bright eyed and bushy tailed, all ready for a hard day of work. And then we heard it....
Wow what a month! The first couple of weeks in training have already been an adventure in its self and I have so many amazing story's, revalations and testimonies to share. I don't have much time now but I do want to share one idea that has been pressed on my heart for this year and for the future. We are called to be driftwood.
This is a poem that was pressed on my heart for this amazingly coulorful, vibrant city while we were there...
If you also have an ongoing battle with these remenents of the plague, you might just appreciate the following revelation I had regarding them..
The mountains lay slow moving in the mist, floating shapes in a murcy distance. Fading into the sky with no clear foothold they cast a shadow on the quicker moving sands that flow from their feet. The green plantations, brought about by human irrigation from nearby rivers , is an overture to the contrasting dry landscape behind it. It moves past rapidly as the bus finaly nears our destination: Chiclayo.