"Out of the mist of beautiful lake Nicaragua sprint two beautiful pyramids clad in the softest and richest green, all flecked with shadow and sunshine, who pierce the billowing clouds. They looked so isolated from the world and its turmoil, so tranquil, so dreamy, so steeped in slumber and eternal repose."
-Mark Twain describing the aproach to the Island of Omotepe (where i am now!!)