Flores

The quaint little town we flew into in order to get to Tikal was Flores.  It sits on one end of Lago Petén.

Notice the disparity among the different homes.

I think I could live in this house.  At least until the first big storm hits!

Catholic Church

Steep cobblestone streets

It was nice to have Karen with us for many reasons, but one was that she could snap a few photos with Bethany and I both in them, so I can have photo memories of the good times we had together!  Mostly, though, Karen was a delightful fellow traveler!