After a lovely four days traveling from Chichicastenango (western highlands) to Semuc Champey (the Verapaces), I am back at Maya Pedal for an indistinguished amount of time. Every day new volunteers come through the door, and Carlos, the man of the hour and director, is starting to resemble a chicken with his head cut off, running around. Here, some of the staple voluntarios show their enthusiasm for gourmet chocolate.
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