Friday in Cancun, we went to the town of Chichen Itza to see one of the seven wonders of the world: The Mayan Pyramids/Ruins. The pyramids were two hours away so we took a tour bus that luckily eased the trip by providing libations (Corona). Our first stop was in a small town, Valladoloid, that had the third Catholic church built in North America (in the 1500's). We only got to stop for twenty minutes, but I'm glad we did.
Our second stop was at the Centotes (Cenotes means sink hole in Spanish). It's where all of Mexico gets their fresh water. The water is crystal clear and is deep underground in caves. The water was ice cold, but was incredibly refreshing since it was over 100 degrees outside. There were tons of fish that swam right up to you, which may have been the reason why Erick refused to join us. It was so beautiful there and it was an incredible experience to actually swim in it.
Our last stop on the tour was of course the ancient Mayan city, Chichen Itza. The size and architecture of the pyramids was breathtaking. We were all sweating buckets during the tour, but the details in all the sculptures and ruins that took hundreds of years to create and was so worth it.
We learned about a sport the Mayans played where they had to get a 7 pound ball through 25 ft high hoop without using their feet or hands. The captain of the winning team had his head cut off as a noble sacrifice to the Gods. They believe in reincarnation so no one was scared of winning.
I was bummed we didn't get to climb up the pyramids, but apparently it is forbidden ever since 2009 when some idiots decided to run down the tiny steps and tripped, causing an avalanche of people and killing two of them in the process. Unfortunately, people have also vandalized the inside of the pyramids with graffiti, which makes me lose faith in humanity.
It was a very historical and memorable day. I am so blessed that I got to experience this part of history in person. We had a photo of us snapped at the beginning of the tour and it was put on a Mayan elixir bottle as a souvenir. The sample we got of the alcohol tasted like an extremely sweet licorice. We are going to all break open our bottle and have a little reminiscent reunion sometime when we get home.