As I am sitting here catching up on the latest episode of The Affair, I can’t help but dread the thought of going back to work tomorrow. It tends to happen after spending a week soaking up the sun, eating (and drinking) to your heart’s content.
Coming back to wind, cold, and rain does not make things any easier.
At least we are left with fond memories and pictures.
We were very fortunate to experience gorgeous weather, considering we were vacationing to the Caribbean in the tail end of hurricane season.
One thing I will miss is the breakfasts. We never adjusted to the 2 hour time difference (1 hour + 1 for daylight savings). woke up around 7 every morning, which was good so we got to start the day early. At one of the breakfast stations, there was this super sweet lady who would make us eggs-in-a-basket . It was like mommy making breakfast for her kids. I already miss the crispy churros, hash browns, guacamole, and soft tacos.
Usually, we tend to avoid the historical tours, but considering we were 2 hours away from one of the Seven Wonders of the World, we figured we should check it out. We actually ended up enjoying it a lot more than we had expected. It is amazing how intelligent and purposeful ancient civilizations were when it came to building their structures and the meanings behind their rituals.
Chichén Itzá is an ancient Mayan city that was home to various ruins, with the main attraction being El Castillo/The Temple of Kukulcan. The Mayans used this 365 step pyramid to determine how fruitful their harvests would be for the season, based on the shadows cast during the 2 equinoxes of the year. What is very impressive is that when you clap your hands when you are standing in a specific spot around the pyramid, your clap resembles the sound of a bird. This is due to the way the structure was built. It is truly a wonder, indeed!
The Great Ballcourt, where they played an difficult ball game where you volley an 8 pound ball and shoot it through a ring which was around 18 ft off the ground, using your hips, elbows, and shoulders. They believe the first person to score would be the sacrifice to the gods, as it was an honor to be amongst the gods.
During our tour, we stopped by one of the cenotes, which is an underground sinkhole, consisting only of rain water dripping in from the top of the cave. At this particular cenote, the water collected here is used as a source of drinking water for the locals. When we got in, we were greeted by little fishes swimming around that nibbled at our toes at our dead skin. It was a strange and funny feeling.
On our way home, we made a 15 minute pit stop in this cute little city. Inside the beautiful park, B spotted a snack cart of what he thought was crepes. It turned out to be something called Marquesitas, which was a crunchy rolled up crepe, filled with nutella and cheese. I have to admit, it seemed like an odd combination, but since everyone was getting it, we had to too. It was a sweet and salty treat! For $2.50 each, with 300 tour buses dropping by this city daily, I imagine the guys running the cart definitely make out pretty well.
I always develop more appreciation for the people and places I encounter after my trips, and most importantly, appreciation for what I have. I am so lucky to be able to have the means to be able to go to these places and see the world in different lights.It is always sad to see the living conditions of the local people and how it tends to be completely opposite of the lifestyle at the resorts we stay at in that very same area. I feel guilty, and even gluttonous sometimes. I tend to have these moments of reflection. I look at the kids playing on the street, the man sitting on the bench staring off into the distance, the people shouting at us trying to sell souvenirs, and wonder if they are happy. I hope they are. I figure the least I can do is be a good guest and a pleasant person while I’m there. It’s definitely humbling.