A week ago this last Monday, we took a nice trip with our friends, the Meadows. These are pictures of a little town across Lake Atilan from where we were staying (Panajachel). Between each volcano and around the lake there are communities that speak their own language.l In their trading back and forth they can only use Spanish. Do you remember that there were Ishmaelites, Lamanites, Lemuelites,, Zoramites, etc.? I wonder if that is how the various dialects started?
We took a boat trip to a community called San Juan. The towns are named after the 12 apostles. This community has restored (or at least learned to market) the art of spinning cotton into thread, dying it with natural plants, weaving it into fabric and then making beautiful clothing, table clothes, purses, etc. They dye the thread with color taken from natural materials in the area and then set the color with moisture from the trunk of a banana plant. The original cotton plant is grown in their back yard. When they are ready to make fabric the use a loom that hangs from the ceiling and the other end is around the lower back of the weaver. Of course, they hope you will spend some money buying the products.
Our next stop was to visit a garden that specializes in making medicinal plants that are used to treat all kinds of sicknesses. Some of them are very interesting. Some of our prescriptions originated from plants like this.
The mountain behind us in the last picture is supposed to be the profile of a Mayan God lying on his back.
The trip across the lake (in a very fast speed boat and on choppy waters) took about 30 minutes each way.
To me there is a feeling of sacredness about this area and other similar ones in Guatemala. When I go to Lake Atitlan I feel like I'm in the Garden of Eden.. With volcanoes all around the lake and the mountainous area one could imagine how there would be no light after the crucifixion of the Savior, nor could there be any fire. If all the volcanoes were spewing off at the same time, the hydrogen sulfate (or whatever the gas is) in the air would hide the light in the sky and would act as a fire retardant. OK, you can believe what you want...
Our main purpose in being here is to be of asistance here in the Quetzaltenango Temple. I feel good about being of assistance in the work and feel that our efforts are acceptable before the Lord.
Love to all,
Spencer
I will let Jeanine share pictures of the resort where we stayed.
A week ago this last Monday, we took a nice trip with our friends, the Meadows. These are pictures of a little town across Lake Atilan from where we were staying (Panajachel). Between each volcano and around the lake there are communities that speak their own language.l In their trading back and forth they can only use Spanish. Do you remember that there were Ishmaelites, Lamanites, Lemuelites,, Zoramites, etc.? I wonder if that is how the various dialects started?
We took a boat trip to a community called San Juan. The towns are named after the 12 apostles. This community has restored (or at least learned to market) the art of spinning cotton into thread, dying it with natural plants, weaving it into fabric and then making beautiful clothing, table clothes, purses, etc. They dye the thread with color taken from natural materials in the area and then set the color with moisture from the trunk of a banana plant. The original cotton plant is grown in their back yard. When they are ready to make fabric the use a loom that hangs from the ceiling and the other end is around the lower back of the weaver. Of course, they hope you will spend some money buying the products.
Our next stop was to visit a garden that specializes in making medicinal plants that are used to treat all kinds of sicknesses. Some of them are very interesting. Some of our prescriptions originated from plants like this.
The mountain behind us in the last picture is supposed to be the profile of a Mayan God lying on his back.
The trip across the lake (in a very fast speed boat and on choppy waters) took about 30 minutes each way.
To me there is a feeling of sacredness about this area and other similar ones in Guatemala. When I go to Lake Atitlan I feel like I'm in the Garden of Eden.. With volcanoes all around the lake and the mountainous area one could imagine how there would be no light after the crucifixion of the Savior, nor could there be any fire. If all the volcanoes were spewing off at the same time, the hydrogen sulfate (or whatever the gas is) in the air would hide the light in the sky and would act as a fire retardant. OK, you can believe what you want...
Our main purpose in being here is to be of asistance here in the Quetzaltenango Temple. I feel good about being of assistance in the work and feel that our efforts are acceptable before the Lord.
Love to all,
Spencer
I will let Jeanine share pictures of the resort where we stayed.
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