Tikal National Park

Did I mention that the road going in and out to the hotel was not what would be considered either paved or passible by any stretch of the imagination. It made the gravel road from our house to the county road seem like a high speed freeway in comparison. I really don’t appreciate dust, potholes, bumps and more potholes – call me older and cranky. Up into the wilds, we did paved road followed by more “interesting roads” totally over 100 minutes. Yes, I was watching my watch

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Tikal dates from the pre and classical Mayan periods from my understanding.  Here is the Wiki link  for those of you who want to read more. I am just going to provide you a ton of pictures. Most of us were there for a full day – heading to Temple 4 in the afternoon, climbing those 197 steps and taking a few pictures from the top. There were those who chose to go back to the hotel and head to the pool.

(no, wasn’t me)

First – the layout minus all the the little side buildings

the model

and side detour to trees and airplants. The mahogany trees are just about gone…

From the top of Temple 4

and then there are the critters:

of which I lost count of the Coatimundis after I 27 ran across the path in front of us.

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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