Last Supper in San Marcos

Brad and Stuart, our last night in San Marcos. When we walked up the steps, Brad called us by name, as he did every other person who walked in. He's a good business man, but laid back at the same time. He's a corporate lawyer from LA, tired of the rat race, who landed here. He farms coffee, sheep, chickens and veggies in season, and has cultivated a fine group of food people. A perfect place for him, in this stopping point for curious people from all over the world. In his place, we've met people from all over the world, some just passing through and staying longer than they intended, and some returning for long periods, some here for the meditation and yoga schools, and one man who is here to farm. An ecclectic mix of people in this village.

We learned a couple of days ago that those cell towers we see at the top of the village are not working. They village leaders allowed them to be built, but decided, later, to not allow them to be turned on. They're afraid the village will change too much. There was one internet place in San Marcos....






I found these two canoes by the lake one afternoon. Typical, wooden boats locals use for fishing...If you look carefully, you'll see the pilings from someone's pier, in the background.









Yet another view of the lake, coming from San Juan. Our village is just beyond the low ridge...that's the high rocks where I found the Mayan ceremonial circle, and where the nice swimming rocks are.















A field of onions. The village in the background, facing west, is San Juan.