Archaeology has always fascinated me. Stories of mysterious ancient civilizations and their fascinating architecture has always made me want to grab my pick and machete and go exploring. Thanks to my Uncle Fred and Aunt Barb for allowing me to join their Cancun family vacation back in the ‘80s, I was able to fulfill that dream (minus the pick and machete, of course) in our visits to Chichén Itzá, Uxmal, and Tulúm, where we climbed and explored up close every building there. I have since then, on my later visits to the area, twice visited Chichén Itzá and Tulúm as well as several other archaeological sites within Mexico; Tulúm remaining at the top of my list of favorites. What could be more thrilling to this Archaeologist Wannabe than an ancient city nestled in the Mayan jungle on top of a limestone cliff, with a magnificent view of the blues and greens of the Caribbean below? Continue reading
July, 2003. I got up bright and early, ready for Cobá. I had asked the bus driver on the way back from Tulúm about the bus schedule to Cobá; he told me that they left the town of Tulúm at 7:00am. So at 6:40am, I was outside our hotel, waiting to catch a combi to Tulúm. A bus stopped first, with “Valladolid” written on it, and I asked if he stopped at Cobá. Wouldn’t ya know it – it did! So, off I went, on my way to Cobá! I lathered up with repellent along the way; those nasty mosquitoes weren’t going to slow me down that day!
At 7:45, I was dropped off three blocks away from the entrance to the ruins; the driver told me the first bus back to Tulúm was at 11:00. The ruins opened at 8:00, so I walked slowly, eating my sandwich along the way. I was not only the first one in, the tricycle taxis had not even arrived to set up their stand within. This was great! I was alone to explore the jungle paths, in search of spider monkeys and whatnot. I walked at a snail’s pace, trying not to make noise, listening to the sounds of God’s creatures all around me. Continue reading
My cousin Maggie’s birthday is this week, so this one is for her!
2002: I was in the Mayan Riviera with Vidal for slightly over three months before Mom came to visit; she and cousin Maggie came for a three night stay in our hotel. As they arrived early, we had a nice lunch and a relaxing afternoon by the pool. As the hotel grounds there were huge, there was hotel transportation from one end of the resort to the other, great especially for those of us who want to make the best of every minute and not be late for dinner. We met up in the lobby and got on our “train” to the restaurant. We dined in the specialty restaurant, having a nice Mexican meal while strolling mariachis played at each table, with a gorgeous view of the sea; a wedding party had arrived to have their small reception there.
We left the restaurant about 8:00pm, had to walk past two buildings to get to the transportation pick-up spot. We knew Ma and Maggie would be exhausted, having had to be at the airport at 4:30am, and would be too exhausted to make it to the 10pm nightly hotel entertainment. But- God didn’t want them to miss out on a good show. Continue reading
My dearest friend René offered to sacrifice a week out of her busy schedule and head to Cozumel for a week, where I could easily meet her. I had flown from Zihuatanejo across the country to the Riviera Maya to be with my husband, where he once again was working for a few summer months. I had only seen him for a few days by the time René arrived, but as he worked all day long and I would be alone all the time, I figured I might as well go enjoy the companionship of René and find new adventures, right? Continue reading
Well the rainy season is upon us here. As I sat down at my laptop and pondered what to write about, a flying ant landed on my lap. “Oh, great!”, I moaned out loud, “It is that time of year again!”
Flying ants. They invade your home and leave behind a couple of souvenirs. I remember back when our floors would be covered with the wings those ants had shed. Back before we had screens attached to the wrought iron bars on our balcony. They still find ways to sneak in and leave me reminders of their visits, but not like back then. I love the rain, but did not love the invasion of the flying ants, and I certainly do not miss the daily mess they left upon my floors.
On a good note, that little flying ant today reminded me of a tale I once told, back when Vidal worked in the Riviera Maya, back when I had summers off to frolic and journal while he worked…
Take a deep breath, sort through my run-on rambling sentences, and I promise you those flying ants WILL appear.