
Or day number three for you non-spanish speakers.
Happy Thanksgiving! This day was jam-packed with activities. We were trying to get in as much as we could while in Antigua: hanging out with the the Mayes fam, seeing some sights, and climbing Volcán Pacaya. Ofcourse, we had to go see the lava since there are only 2 other supposed places to see flowing lava (Hawaii and some place in Indonesia.) So here is goes...
We woke up at about 5:20am to get ready for the shuttle to take us up to the still active volcano.
So we start the hike by a store where a bunch of little kids are pushing walking sticks at you for 5Q saying "You want a stick" "Es necessario" Brian and I resisted especially after they crowded around Jessica wanting her to buy the stick from them and not another. We met our guía named José and started the ascent. José named our groups "The Pumas," so as not to get confused with another group. Todd from Colorado loved this name and had many roars and poses to contribute.
It took us about a hour and a half to get to the top. It was a strenuous hike that was mostly uphill.
The heat was extreme. José told us the magma is about 2,000 degrees - perfect for s´mores!
After hanging at the windy top for awhile, we started our descent, which took about the same time. We got back to the hotel with just enough time to shower and head over to O.X. by 2:30. They had the bikes tuned up and some sandwiches to munch. It was a short ride out of Antigua to Paraíso Azul, fresh water pools, where we began our hike up Parque de Palmeras. We were alone for the hike while the guides trucked the bikes up to where we would meet them.
We rode up closer to the summit in the pickup´s bed after reaching the guides. The truck driver keep stopping and our guide had to coax him to continue up further.
Kylie stayed dry while I took a dip in the fresh water pools. Burr! After Gallos (local beer) with the guides, we returned to Antigua and our hotel.
We took a little rest before heading out to eat. Fireworks and church bells were going off in the city which we later learned happened the last thursday on the month. Dinner at Helas, a greek style establishment, was outside in their courtyard. We ordered falafel gyros, our first real meal today! Tired from being up so long, we crashed out early since we would run with Tom in the morning.

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