This morning, we met for breakfast at a cafe close to the Parque Central. Legend has it that the restaurant was originally built by a Count for him and his wife. Back in the 1500s, he returned unexpectedly from a journey and found his wife in an indiscretion with the butler. The butler then went missing. Years later, after an earthquake, a body was found standing in the pantry wall. It is said that he was buried alive by the angry Count. The restaurant was exorcised by priests, and now is a thriving business.
After eating, we took a three hour walking tour of the city. We visited different churches, historical sites, and a jade museum.
After a quick lunch, Jill and I caught a ride to Volcan Pacaya, which we decided to hike in the afternoon. Pacaya is one of the most active volcanoes in Central America. After climbing an hour and a half to the top, we were not disappointed. The lava was flowing, and became brighter as the night became darker. I was able to roast a marshmellow from the heat of the lava. Our descent was completely in the dark...glad I brought my headlamp!