Raquel has posted on our home here and on day two.  I will add these thoughts.

Our landlord is very, very nice. I thought he might be a Brother, and if he wasn't, ought to be.  He has studied in the past,  and may again.  The house is wonderful and more than expected. Not only does the bathroom have a toilet, sink, and shower besides the tub we saw in the initial photos, (that's all that was shown and we thought what a twisted humor this world has if that's all there is), but there was another whole bathroom with shower.  Each bedroom has its Own!

Lydia just loves this house. She is free to run around inside and out, picking flowers,  digging in the dirt,  and capturing ants to show to us. (She calls them eeants.) The house is double fenced for security,  one fence around the compound, and another around the yard. We have a guest house with two beds and a full bath for anyone wanting to take a spontaneous vacation. Last night we had a bit of a scare, a man was rattling our gate, shouting something in Spanish,  and waving a plastic bag. We had no idea how he got inside the compound. Turns out he was a local tuk-tuk driver (3-wheeled taxi) come to pick up the neighbors. They may have been watching for him through the gate window, and he reached through and opened it.

Regarding day two the lost restaurant episode. We marched up and down Calle  Santander at least four times.  (Calle is street,  Callejon is alley, sometimes it is difficult to tell which is which.) Where in the world is that restaurant!?! Were we suffering mass hallucination or were we in  an episode of the Twilight Zone? Having the cart Brothers tell us that it literally disappears when closed on Thursday meeting nights was like having the shrink tell you that you are not insane.

I anticipate getting lost several more times before getting our bearings around Panajachel.  And then there are the other 11 towns around the lake.

Streets are paved with cobblestonesome and are very rough.  The stroller we brought for  Lydia is a bit tougher than the typical umbrella stroller,  but I fear it is no match for these ferocious streets. A bicycle wheel stroller would be more ideal. Yesterday's trek was a real test for all of us. We survived, and I believe will continue to survive,  but I have limited hopes for the stroller.