To round off a pretty awesome trip, Nick, Dewey and I spent our final morning in Merdia exploring a museum before heading back to Cancun for our flight home. The museum was filled with tons of Mayan statues, bowls, masks, and engravings, but the building itself was almost as beautiful and ancient looking as the artifacts within. We wandered through the palace at ease, taking photographs of almost every piece of Mayan art visible, and if you ever decide to go to Merida and see this amazing building I suggest you find the guest book at the top of the stairs and look for my personal testimony to the ruins (signed in my Spanish name of course, and written in the third person). It pretty much sums up my feelings towards each site we visited. After the museum, the three of us settled in to the four hour bus ride that would take us back to Cancun. A funny thing to note actually, is the bus rides we had been taking the entire trip to and from ruins and between cities. For some odd reason, these bus rides (even a month later) stand out in my mind when I think back on the trip. The buses were comfortable and spacious, and on every ride movies were shown (we saw everything from Bratz to a movie about the Lochness monster...all in Spanish with no subtitles). I wasn't usually able to pay attention to the movies due to the fact that I had no idea what was going on, and there were very few people on any given ride (usually less than ten total), so it was here that I was able be alone and gather my thoughts--whether they were filled with anticipation or reflection--while I sat next to a window watching the landscape go by. It was on this bus ride back to Cancun that I was able to reflect on the entire trip, fully soak everything in, and smile at the fact that I had just gotten a WW SmackDown card in my bag of Cheetoes that was better than Nick's.
