Blissful sun rays and a swim in the clear lake waters makes up for the previous disappointment of the beach and fulfils my cravings for chill traveller downtime. The only downside is my lack of motivation to do anything other than socialise, swim and sleep. Not a bad combination as it goes. Besides, there is enough culture purely in that the city is swarming with Mayan locals; women wearing the traditional Frida Kahlo style Aztec skirts, carrying baskets of bread on their heads. Talking to the hostel night guard in my broken but slowly improving spanish he explains that Guatemala has 18 dialects and many of the locals speak predominantly 'Soutihili' with only a little spanish. It's a sub society which as a white 'gringo' girl, I can only gage a glimpse of. A trip to the even more hippie, neighbouring town of San Marcus presents a similar wave of life with many western visitors choosing to settle for a while to work in hostels, practice tai chi and live amongst the 'simple life'. Speaking to a fellow English hostel owner there I'm even half offered a job and leave the town with his email address and a fresh passion fruit.