We were privileged to attend the annual Dance of the Deer which depicts the relationship of the Spanish conquistadores to the indigenous Maya culture. There is no love lost there. The photos speak volumes. Villagers dress as forest animals...deer, monkeys, jaguars....and conquerors. The costumes were fabulous concoctions of beads, sequins, applique, feathers and fringe. A very technicolor day.
Living in slow motion – the low hum of a simple place...
Soft breeze ripples the freshwater lagoon. Sound of nets being cast, wooden paddles slap the surface. From my floating perch the world feels fresh and uncomplicated.
Bird heaven. The melodic, solitary call of the manakin bird beneath the forest canopy pierces the silence. Flock upon flock of young white egrets fly in waves looking for their next home. Low flying, sodden cormorants are en route to new nests with long strands of pond grass trailing from their beaks. Long legged jacandas step nimbly from leaf to leaf on mammoth waterlily pads. Mangrove swallows perch on Déjà Vu’s solar panel in hopes of a nest at the end of our boom. Unless they want to go to
The young fisherman casts a net from his cayuco, hoping for dinner.
The occasional turista launcha cruises through from El Golfete while white-skinned
We're here, we did it, we're back. It's hot, it's lush, it's heaven. No worries, mates.
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