We are riding on a boat to Santiago Atitlan. To think that I am traveling to places that I have grown up talking about with my Grabby. It is so hard to think that I will see all these places and not be able to talk to her about it. I know these people probably think I am crazy right now crying in this boat. I try to hold it in until I can be alone, but it is so difficult. Sometimes you just can't, and that is something I have learned on this trip. Being on this quiet, tranquil lake makes me think about these things. But most importantly it reminds me of God's power and wonder. Just as he created the grandmother who I love so much, he created this beautiful place.
We got to Santiago Atitlan and walked through the market which was narrower and more crowded than I was used to. We made it to La Iglesia de Santiago Apostol, a church that was used as a refuge during the 1980 massacre of the Guatemalan civil war.
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