After checking into our hotel and chilling out for a bit, we walked into the village for lunch. We ended up eating at D’Noz, where we had burritos and possibly the spiciest bloody marys I’ve ever tasted.
In a comical turn of events, the woman below visited our table and asked us to buy some of her pastries. For five quetzales — about $.75 — I bought some banana bread and, in doing so, somehow broke my chair. We all had a laugh, and the woman stuck around for a while, talking with us and posing for a couple photos.