Heavy Eyes

Although we stayed at the same hotel as the day before, 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. 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 archeology sites. They had facilities better than girl scouts. This old creepy southern guy gave us the tour. It was wierd 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 jts looked like a rainforest but I was more focused on taking photos and feeling the amazing breeze.

I loved it up there. You could see so many butterflies darting in and out of he trees.
The old guy talked about the Omnivores Dilemma book and I was like I read that! He was pretty excited and I had to think back to AP Enviro.

The real talk group above the trees.
We hiked back and saw the rest of the facilities. They had a cool seed collecting laboratory and solar panels. We talked with an illegal immigrant and he told us about his life pre and post America. We all were starving but the tour continued until 2. It was worth the wait. This was the best meal of the trip yet. Handmade tortillas, chicken, rice, mole sauce and hibiscus juice. These two nice ladies made everything right in front of us. It was basically Mexican chicken noodle soup. So good. Everyone stuffed themselves. The we had to sit through a long presentation while it rained. Between the rain, full stomachs and quiet everyone was struggling to stay awake. It was kind of interesting. They have cameras around the private reserve and they have like 5 different jaguars. We all hopped on the bus and the sleep caught up with all of us. We had a stop at a random church. It was creepy. They had a ornate casket with something in it that they bring out for Holy Week. We got back in town pretty early so we left our big bags at Marks hotel and went out to Panchos for a yummy dinner in a cute outdoor garden. They had Frita Kalo lamps and paintings everywhere.We took a taxi home because it was kind of late.

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