A Weave of Absence: Lago Atitlán

Given that I've been at Lago Atitlán for close to a month now, I have done a remarkably poor job of writing about it (surprise!). I spent awhile reading westerns in a hammock with a cold and survived my first stomach bug. I've walked around fairly sizable portions of the shore, and received surprised looks from many of the tuk tuk drivers passing me. And I've been learning to weave in San Juan La Laguna. Now I could talk a lot about how special San Juan is, particularly their use of natural dyes, but for now I will suffice with a handful (or more) of photos of my first weaving projects and other adventures from the lake.