Day 6 May 28
Part 3
We had lunch at the Terrazas del Lago, a lakeshore restaurant raised by logs from the
placid water. I was already suffering from one of my countless bouts of diarrhea-- I had no
resistance to the local microbes. Felix, the
restaurant owner (another "Teutonic" native), was trying to sell us some souvenirs, and Madjid thought it was hilarious
how I brushed him aside in my frantic rush to the restroom.
In fairness to the local cuisine, I had no problems with the traditional fare of beans and tortillas, or even more daring items such as ceviche (a fish/shrimp vinaigrette). It was attempting the American-style fast-food concoctions, especially in the city restaurants, that frequently ended in disaster. |
On the boat ride back to the cottage, Madjid chats with a Harvard University student on vacation.
It had been a tiring day for us. After the long hike from our cottage
to the lake, we were now looking forward to a taxicab to bring us back.
As it turned out, we would not get home earlier than nine in the evening.
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Nada sino los montes y la luz entre brumas; agua y cielo reposan, pecho a pecho, infinitos.
Lago
[Nothing but the woodlands
Lake |
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