Experiences That Words So Poorly Expresss in Mystic Jungles of Guatemala, Belize, Mexico.
It had been about 18 years since I had visited my birthplace, Mexico . For political reasons beyond my control, I was forced to live in the U.S. for almost my entire life. So When I got the opportunity to leave, I flew, and flew and flew. After several years of traveling I eventually found myself living in Cozumel , Mexico . Although not native to this part of the country, I’ve felt most at home here; perhaps because of the environment of amiability so prevalent on every street and within every person I meet; or perhaps because the pristine waters reflect my desires and ideas of a utopia.
And I got the opportunity to explore the vast and lush jungles of the Mayan World. It was an experience that put my life in retrospect, challenging me to reconsider everything I had ever felt to be important. I didn’t strip down to bare skin and relinquish all material possessions or anything like that; it was more of an existential wake-up call.
According to Latin American historians and academics, the Mayan Civilization extended far beyond the boundaries of the Yucatan peninsula. This highly sophisticated and ever-mysterious civilization established settlements and built incredible pyramids in from the Mexican peninsula through Guatemala and Belize and all the way through to El Salvador . This was news to me, believing all along what most people who dabble in Latin American history do; Mayans are indigenous to Mexico . Boy was I wrong.
I began the tour with a small group with a peculiar name, “duende tours” (elf tours in English) near the border of Belize and Mexico at this place called Bacalar. There’s not much in Bacalar other than jungle and sprinkles of small villages; at least n ot until I we got to the Cenote Azul. Talk about a natural wonder! Cenotes, according to the guides, are deep holes in the ground that lead to an underground system of freshwater that irrigates that entire Yucatan peninsula. Ismael our guide then informed me cenotes make up for that the dearth of rivers and lakes in this part of Mexico . And I’ll tell you, I’ve never had a more exciting swim in my life! Adrenaline rushed through my body every time I swam near the center of what I would have thought was a huge beautiful pond, thinking of how awesome (and somewhat frightful) it was that I was swimming over the surface of what the Mayans considered to be the passage ways to the underworld! We had the option of snorkeling through this underwater cavern, but I dared not test mythology.