The location of this old Mayan city is well chosen.

It is a place Mayan elite lived for the best part of the year,entertained visitors, enjoyed food and drink on porches as their sun sank into the Caribbean sea. There were simple platforms built on the grounds upon which slaves and servants lived in thatched communal homes. There are altars overlooking cliffs where offerings would have been left for Mayan Gods.

Most of the city has crumbled and front porches have been claimed by iguanas, prehistoric reptiles that survived the dinosaur extermination.They bask on stone floors in palaces off limits to tourists, their coloring matching that of the stones around them. They run oddly with their tails swinging left to right and legs moving like robot legs, surprisingly quick, tongues testing the air as they move towards shade.

The pyramids still standing tell the story of this ancient culture.

They have a wide, solid base that supports the entire structure.

On top of the base have been built smaller and smaller levels and the entire structure looks like an extended telescope resting on the ground. At the top of the pyramid is a single living unit for the head of the society. There is no agonizing discussion of equality and fairness. All major decisions come from the top of the pyramid and all below the top support the King.

If the base shifts, or weakens, the entire pyramid is in jeopardy.

There are carvings in stone that show strange symbols and half animal-half human faces.

It is strange to walk in one of history’s graveyards.

We have better toys today but we play in the same sandbox the ancients played in.

The iguana’s will outlast us all.


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