I heard stories about how pretty Guatamala was but i was not prepared for heaven to open its doors and let me enter as i drove across the boarder…
As our struggling van climbed the steep roads leading to lake Atitlan my eyes were glued to the endless sea of clouds outside my window…
What was once the peaks of huge mountians where now small islands poking up through the sea of clouds below… Motionless waves of white consumed everything…
So peaceful and tranquil was the picture before us that all that was uttered in our van was wow, followed by silence as all eyes stared at what we thought was only seen by Heavens elite…
In my mind i could almost see the angels dancing at Jesus feet with the island as his thrown and the sea of white the dance floor before him…
The sun rising on the other side of our van acted as a stage light, casting pink and orange rays of light across the sky..
I wouldnt have been shocked if the road we were driving on would have gradually turned to Gold and a huge pair of pearly gates would have been around the next corner…
