Lake Como, it seems to me, touches the limit of the permissably picturesque; but Atitlan is Como with the additional embellishments of several immense volcanoes. It really is too much of a good thing. After a few days in this impossible landscape, one finds oneself thinking nostalgically of the English home counties.

“Atitlan” from “Beyond the Mexique Bay” by Aldous Huxley, 1934

I wrote this in my journal but no idea where it was copied from… the quote was referenced a lot around Lake Atitlan