“196…” I staggered, “197…” I dragged my rubbery leg up one more step, “198…” This ‘million dollar view’ better pay out a million too, I thought. “199…” One more step ’til the next rest stop… “200,” I sighed.
The path weaved back and forth and always upwards; following it revealed tiny cottages built into the mountain, and lookout points from dozens of perspectives. We were nearly at the top.
I huffed, I puffed, and I plopped my ass down. The seat was built into the wall and the cool stone felt refreshing as I pushed my back against it.
So worth it, I thought as I looked out across Lake Atitlan at the stunning Volcán San Pedro.
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