Although we stayed at the same hotel as the day before in Ticul, the breakfast was not as yummy. They had good eggs with pico de gallo but the rest was unidentifiable even after trying it. So I settled on corn pops. Nothing like some pre sweetened cereal in the morning. We went on an even longer drive in the morning and we were all excited until someone turned on John Mayer. We were all slow jamming but one by one our heads fell. Suddenly we stopped! Mark had seen something on the side of the road. Normally he finds a frog but once he found a giant dead python on the side of the road. We sketchily backed up until we saw a huge gathering of people. It was a little town having a celebration. The kids were playing and the moms were preparing there food. There was a group of kids practicing their instruments for a band and the men were setting up chairs and an alter. Apparently every year they kill a cow and eat it as a community. Then they all gather for a outdoor church to celebrate a good harvest. I talked to the little girls in my broken Spanish. I explained I lived by Mickey Mouse and I learned their names. There were a bunch of cute babies and I was told I had to hold them. It is unlucky in Mayan culture if you want to hold a baby but you hold out. They gave us some of their meat and tortillas as we left. It was really nice but there was no way I was eating it. They were cutting up the meat and shedding it with their fingers right in front of me. We quickly arrived at a reservation in Kiuic. It was completely different from the other one. It had clean bathrooms and no cages. It was actually part of a Millsap college in Mississippi. Students come for a month or more and study the forest and the archaeology sites. They had facilities better than girl scouts. This old creepy southern guy gave us the tour. It was weird because he had broken English from speaking Mayan and Spanish most if the time. We went on a long walk that was super steep. Madison and I had trouble keeping up with the pack. We all gathered at the base of a tall tower. It looked like one of the fire forest watch stations by aunt Beth’s house but some wooden beams were broken. We all look a little weary but mark said it was fine. We took the stairs and after many flights we arrived at a small platform high above the trees. The country man gave a long talk about the dry forest its looked like a rain forest but I was more focused on taking photos and feeling the amazing breeze.