Technotel Merida Norte
Travel Blogs from Merida
... I've jumped off a cave ledge into fresh water in a pitch dark cenote in Mexico. "Good....yes definitely had that on my bucket list...haha not!!" We climbed back into our horse and carriage and it wasn't long until we arrived at the second cenote. Again we entered the underground cave through a one person wide hole. Climbing down the steep ladder into this cenote could only be described as life changingly magical. It literally took my breath away. Giant bunches of thick tree ...
... backyard had a small pool, large plants and a patio morphed into our stage. Normally, Benjamin and Ross (the house owners) have classical music concerts. But this time, their invitation let their guests know that there would be "authentic American music" (ha!) such as bluegrass, folk and acoustic pop. And they sure fell for ...
... how we could see one another's art. Jesus is in a show every Sunday afternoon at a theater in Merida; I hope to see him perform soon! That night, we walked home in the rain (it's the rainy season, after all) back to our hotel.
Highs: baby smiling in Oxxo (gas station like Speedway), man telling me I have good Spanish, ease with communication in a second language
Lows: bug bites & acne post-airplane traveling
... who runs the volunteering
(Tila, basically the queen/ mother of all Merida), and she took us to where we
would be staying. At this point we were staying in a different house from most
of the other volunteers, with an atrium for us to relax in and a separate
bathroom which became my man cave (a hazard of being so outnumbered by girls is
that bathrooms do end up somewhat feminised; thank god for Theo); but after a
few days all running water vanished so ...
... translating to "a memory from Chichen Itza". Ah, memories.
Enough of my anti-neoliberal bs for awhile. The trip has been lovely, really. While still in Valladolid, Amy and I rented bikes to ride out to one of the cenotes. It seemed easy enough to get there, but after an unnecessarily long time riding along the highway I realized that we may not be headed to the right place. In my defense, the women that pointed us in the right direction did so with a ...