RIDING THE WIND in SAN PEDRO LA LAGUNA
We are just winding down from the four month rainy season. The rain no longer sends daily rivers rushing down the steep hills, straight through town and into the lake. The sunny mornings last later into the afternoon before gentler rains wash over us. The densely carpeted ancient volcanoes are a well watered green, their slopes fertile arms which hold the Tzu’tujil Maya pueblo of San Pedro La Laguna cradled against towering Volcan San Pedro.
In the afternoon, since about the middle of September, the winds rise. The cloud gathering sky becomes a backdrop for streaming colors which swoop and dash and sometimes fly higher than the tops of the volcanos, the kites like brilliantly colored dragons in their length and sinuous movements.
In the afternoon, since about the middle of September, the winds rise. The cloud gathering sky becomes a backdrop for streaming colors which swoop and dash and sometimes fly higher than the tops of the volcanos, the kites like brilliantly colored dragons in their length and sinuous movements.
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