A handful of the photos I took yesterday on my trip to Santiago, the largest town on the lake, and one with pieces underwater from Atitlán’s rising levels. The graveyard exposes the great wealth deficiency in the country, with some able to build elaborate houses for their fallen loved ones and others barely able to put them underground. They continually shovel dirt over the shallow graves to ensure the rain doesn’t wash them away. The ceremony is a traditional one for Maximón, a Mayan deity to whom the people give presents of money, cigarettes and booze. When you need luck, you can pay a sizeable amount for a personal blessing, conducted by the elders. Lake Atitlán is such a gem of preserved culture; though it draws many tourists, the Mayan cultures and more impressively, the Mayan languages, are nearly frozen in time. Many in Santiago and other areas of the lake still don’t speak Spanish, only their ancient native tongues.
Taken about 20 minutes before I was cornered in a booth by a super intimidating 5’2” indigenous woman who probably could have sold me my own clothes had I not been pulled out of her store. Had such a fantastic time at the Chichicastenango Mayan market being humbled by centuries old craftsmanship traditions. . . . #chichicastenango#mayan#guatemala#guatemala🇬🇹 #travel#centralamerica