We catch a boat across the lake first to San Antonio de Palopó. It's misty and I can just see the outline of the volcanoes on the horizon. In San Antonio the steep cobbled roads wind their way up the hillside. It's not the easiest walk up the hill to the church where there are good views of the town and lake. We stop off at a weaving workshop where I buy some worry dolls. You're supposed to put these under your pillow, one doll for each worry you have, to prevent nightmares.
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