Maybe there is hope for spring. It wasn't very nice to spend all most a week in warm, sunny Mexico and then get hit with -10 degrees when I touched down in Denver last week. Not nice at all! But this morning I found these beautiful little flowers poking up through last years fall leaves. Maybe spring is coming. There is always hope.
In Mayan Zamma means the place where the sun rises. Or at least that is what our guide told us. I think I like Zamma better than Tulum.
Our guide also said that they think there are older ruins under some of the areas like this one. Rather than start digging things up they want to bring in machines that have sonar to check if there is anything under neath.
Our guide old us several interesting things about Zamma. In this cave he said there was a fresh water spring where the Mayans got their drinking water.
Because of all the stress that I have been going through I threatening my principal that I was going to run away to Mexico and not come back. Well... my husband and I ran away! We had a wonderful time. It was warm, sunny, and most important NO SNOW!!! The downside was I had to come back to the white stuff and VERY COLD. When I left home last week the temperature was in the low 20's but coming back Denver was at least -10 degrees and when I landed at the airport in Utah it was 10 degrees. Yes I know other places have been colder but when I left Mexico it was between 70 and 80 degrees.
I don't swim so I didn't spend much time at the beach or at the pool. Well I do swim but I do it on the bottom of the pool. I sink like a rock! I've always had a problem getting my head out of the water.
Another reason for staying out of the sun is that skin cancer runs in my family. In my teens my summer tan, that I worked on all summer religiously, looked more like most peoples summer tan that had faded in the winter. I gave up!
I do like sitting in the shade by the pool or the beach with a good book or some kind of hand work. Unfortunately I found it difficult to find a peaceful place to sit and enjoy the outdoors. From about ten in the morning until the bar closed at 6 p.m. there always seemed to be a loud rude group of drunk Americans making total fools of themselves. There were other groups French or Russian drinking by the pool but they seemed to be having intelligent conversations, or at least that's what it sounded like even though I couldn't understand a word of what they were saying.