Once inside the park, it was one spectacular photo-op after another. We climbed one of the temples and found ourselves high above the tree tops. As we walked around this very large site visiting the various temples, we agreed with what we had been told—one must go to Tikal when in Guatemala.
All the places we stayed were wonderful, not only because of the comfortable rooms or quaint little huts, but because of all the natural beauty and friendly people. As we flew back home, we reflected on how much we had seen and learned. We all felt that we carried a part of Guatemala in our hearts, for we had fallen in love with the land and its people.