problems ahead of us, but could put them aside for the moment to enjoy the good food and the good company. Even the two infants seemed to sense the festiveness. They hadn’t learned to walk yet, but they did know how to eat.
When the day ended, we sat around the fire and stories were told. Mostly in Mayan, some Spanish, even a little English. Lucy and Arnoldo translated to Spanish for Jeb and me. I was actually learning some rudimentary Mayan. I could say Bix a bel? (How are you?), Tziminoob (Horses), Coten uaye (Come here) and my favorite so far Coox hanal (Let’s eat). I thought if I hung around here it wouldn’t take me long to learn passable Mayan.
But that was not to be, at least not for now. We all retired early, looking forward to a long day of hiking tomorrow. Besides, early to bed seemed to be the local custom, there being no good reason to sit up in the dark. The fire had been in our honor—or Arnulfo’s—and normally the stars and the moon would provide all the light there was. We posted our usual night guards—I drew the midnight to 3am shift again, my favorite.
Ancient Mayan Ruins
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