And the cenote of my heart.
The ruins are nice, the museum excellent, but my first cenote (sinkhole, one of thousands that dot the peninsula) was, if anything, even more lovely than I had hoped.
The water is pure and fresh, the Lilly pads in bloom, and the fishes will nibble your ankles. Just a little bit. Like little "hellos."
Just stare right down into that water. And jump in.
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