ruined

Another day, we went to Chich'en Itzá.




I took: one million pictures and a half.



This is a very cool if sweaty place. We hired a Mayan (but English-speaking)
guide who showed us around, explaining religious symbolism to us and
calling us "amigos."

He stowed a binder of pictures in his back belt, which he occasionally
pulled out to show us a picture of Ceynote Sagrado or something. He
was very nice and informative and helpful as we traipsed about embroiled
in a photo war, the results of which can unfortunately be seen on the Book
of Face.

I like the idea that these stone structures have stood in the jungle for a
thousand years or so, watching equinox after equinox go by. Weather and
lives and civilizations have all blown through, but here these rocks are still,
and someone put them there. Some things we do are so fleeting, but the
work of one stone cutter has lasted a millennium.

Eventually, it too will erode away, overtaken by ocean or earth. For now
though the ruins echo another time, another life, and people come from
all over the world to listen.