Nea arrived and we giggled and chatted into the night whilst splashing about in the Caribbean Sea and enjoyed a sneaky couple of beers. I was surprised how difficult it is to get a Corona here. Probably the same as trying to get a Fosters in Australia, I guess. With my 33rd birthday looming we looked into the countless activities available to mark the occasion. Caving , diving , Mayan ruins, adventure sports, the options were endless. Yet it was decided the best way to welcome 33 was with a pina colada in hand on the sandy beaches of Cancun and just relax ! And that is exactly what we did. My bag still MIA, so we needed a shopping trip and we found the most amazing store across from our hotel. It was called Bazaal and I think maybe there is Mayan hiding in my gene pool somewhere because this shop was all traditional Mayan artifidacts made by a co-op of local villagers and I loved it. Trinkets, clothes, jewellery, bags ,shoes. All handcrafted and beautifully presented in this little shop front. Irma the proprietor explained to us that the brand is sponsored by a larger organisation that aims to empower the women in communities and promote sustainable industry across Mexico. All the items and materials were in fact sourced and made locally in Cancun by local women. Wow! I must have tried on half the shop and managed to leave with only 2 dresses, one handbag, comfy and gorgeous leather shoes, an adorable wooden crucifix trinket box and a couple of other souvenirs. That was me being restrained !! My justification ofcourse “it’s helping the community”. Honestly, I did well given the entire store was screaming buy me, buy me, buy me!
Next was Valladolid, a fabulous reminder of the colonial times. Over lunch I met two interesting Irish girls and we chatted about the fierceness of God in the Old Testament, life as a catholic school girl in Ireland and our experiences with the forbidding rule of the nuns. We wandered the quaint streets and marvelled at the Cathedral of San Gervasio Church in the main square. It was a delightful afternoon and quite fitting to board the bus to the sound of “Holy is your name” being played by panpipes. Yes, Mexico certainly is a catholic country. Less saturated then the scenes of Manila but I am in tourist town so we’ll see what the other regions have to offer. Our 5 star luxury has come to an end and we are booked in to start our backpacking adventure tommorrow on the beautiful island of Isla Mujeres just of the coast. I wonder what that town will bring.
Yours in Faith,
The Unlikely Pilgrim
Can you get inside that pyramid?
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Naaa. But it stil pretty cool 😀
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