Lake Atitlan is one of the most gorgeous places I´ve ever seen–perhaps the one thing I have in common with George W. Bush, who said the same during his first and last visit to Guatemala last year. I headed to the Lake for the Christmas weekend for some relaxation and (slightly) warmer climes. The village where I stayed is called San Pedro la Laguna, and due to flattering Lonely Planet write-ups, it is unfortunately overrun with dreadlocked tourists. As in, the ¨bohemian¨types who do hallucinogens, play bongos, and wear tie-dyed harem pants. The strip of cafes and bars running along the lakefront were more reminiscent of Lake of the Ozarks tack than anything resembling Guatemala, especially since there were few Guatemalans in sight–either as shop owners or employees. It made me feel pretty icky.