After a bumpy little ride through the jungle, we arrived at the home of a Mayan family, living very much in the traditional style: oval huts, with doors on opposing sides, hammocks and corn husks in the walls to block out drafts. They farm a bit and keep bees – I had no idea the honey of the Yucatan was such a delicious, prized commodity!
The mother of the household treated us to some fresh corn tortillas, which were tasty (and celiac friendly). We met one of their boar-fighting dogs and their noisy gaggle of chickens, and saw a most peculiar looking orchid which then got me thinking on grandma sock monkey and her love of flowers….
But then it was time for a ritual cleansing by a local shaman and trip into a cenote – they’re the mineral-rich fresh water pools opened up by persistent tree roots probing their way through the limestone. Supposedly, they were a way to access the underworld and the gods below – they do have a rather ominous, bat-filled quality to them.