Socha's Second Month

Well, we're not doing a great job of keeping a written journal of Socha's life, but we are doing fairly well keeping a photo journal.  She just has so many cute expressions and is especially adorable when she's sleeping (and thus not crying!).  Here's another batch of photos of mostly Socha with a few of her parents thrown in for good measure.  I promise that this time there are no "spit-up" photos!

Hard to believe that Socha is 2 months old today.  In theory, we're 2/3 through the colicky period.  Since we started giving her an antacid she has been much better - still colicky, but at least not screaming-crying all day long now, just for short periods in the evenings.  And I've been working on getting her back to sleeping in her bassinet (some of the pictures show her sleeping on my chest - we did that for about 2 weeks, where I was on the couch at night (boo), but now Jeff goes to the couch if he needs to sleep better).

Today was her 2 month well check with the pediatrician.  She has gained weight - she's now 8 lbs 9.5 oz - but she's still in the low percentile range.  So I have to add more supplement to her diet.  Now my goal is to fatten her up in the next couple of weeks in hopes of getting her stronger so she will eat more efficiently and hopefully then be able to wean her off of the formula.  I'm still breastfeeding - so at least she's getting the good stuff to some degree!

Socha is especially tired this evening because she had her first round of vaccinations today - 3 shots in her legs!  Poor thing.  I almost cried when she screamed from the shots.  I did have to look away because I hate needles no matter who is getting the shot.

Enjoy the slideshow!

Finally - some Socha photos!

We were getting harassed by siblings, aunts, grandparents, friends, mailmen...all wanted more Socha pictures. Somehow the act of downloading, choosing (that's the hard/slow part), uploading, and labeling seemed too daunting a task when just eating and showering is more than Shannon and I can manage on some days right now. In honor of Earth Day and Socha's 1-month-a-versery, here is a BIG slideshow of all of her many faces. The first 2/3 are mostly of her sleeping, as the other things she does often involve dirty diapers or boobs, which aren't so great as public internet slideshows. Last night we got lucky, and she treated us to a show of her amazing facial repetoire. She often makes little troll faces, sometimes angelic faces, often with only a very abrupt segue from troll to angel and back to troll. Be sure you check out the final slides, as I think they may be the highlight of this slideshow. Enjoy the show...

Welcome Socha Sage Jewett Savage!

Our new daughter is named Socha Sage Jewett Savage. She was born at 8:40 pm at Cooley Dickinson Hospital in Northampton, Massachusetts on Thursday, March 22, 2012.  She weighed 6 lbs 14 oz (3.14 kg in metric) and was 20 inches long.

Socha is her first name, Sage and Jewett are her two middle names, and Savage is her last name. 

Socha is pronounced "SO-cha," like "SO what?" and "what-CHA" doing? The accent is on the first syllable.  The spelling and pronunciation of her name is quite clear in Slavic languages (like Slovenian Soča and Bulgarian, where it would be Соча), but it is somewhat more challenging in English, as we lack a letter designated with the "ch" sound.

Where did this odd but beautiful name come from? Her name comes from the Soča river in Slovenia.  The Soča river is the most beautiful river we've ever seen. The waters are crystal clear in a ridiculous minty-green color, reminiscent of the Caribbean. 

Soča River on our trip in July 2011

The river flows out of Triglav National Park, full of outstanding mountains, including the highest in the nation of Slovenia, Mt. Triglav.  We traveled to Slovenia last summer with Hanna Soltow, as the first part of our European road trip. We hiked to the source of the river and also rested our feet in its clear, beautiful waters. Socha was conceived on that summer trip (in either Slovenia, Italy, or Switzerland), and we wanted to connect our daughter to our wonderful years living and traveling throughout Europe. We loved the natural beauty of the Soča River, and were looking for a way to show our passion and appreciation for wildlands. 


According to the Slovenian Tourist Board:

 [The Soča River's] green-blue colour does not fade away completely even [at the sea], as if it would tell us that its heart belongs to the mountains and that is where it reveals itself in all its beauty, childhood liveliness and original purity.

I like that.

Later on, they write:

For people who live by the Soča, this river has a symbolic meaning - somewhere deep within the human spirit it occupies the place of an immortal memorial, representing natural perfection. One could measure the depth of its straits and the breadth of its pools; one can talk about its shades of colours, about its numerous rapids and waterfalls; but it is difficult to capture in rigid and unmoving words its total presence, which is not represented only by the flow of the water, but by its natural environment as well. 

We can simply write that the Soča is beautiful, untouched, pure and perfect in its mountain current. 

As for the middle name of Sage:

Shannon and I met, fell in love, and got married in Montana. We both love the wide open spaces and mountains of the West. To us, sage (Artemesia tridentata and similar species) is the quintessential smell of the American West. We also appreciate the other meaning of the word sage, meaning "having, showing, or indicating profound wisdom." Thank you to Becky Smith for mailing us an unexpectedly large package full of sage cut near Yellowstone National Park. We had her sage plants spread all over the delivery and recovery rooms and the smell was wonderful, keeping us both relaxed through some difficult days.

Shannon in labor with Becky's sage stuck in the IV cart.

Pictures of Socha Sage Jewett Savage will be in our next post. She's pretty darn cute, I'd have to say.

Cenotes: An Ecology Lesson (Mexico - Part 5)

31 December 2011

Happy End of the World! Well, not really. Our Mayan guides at Chichen Itza explained that the end of the Mayan Long Count would be December 21 (or 22?), 2012. But that would just start another counting cycle, and it was really no big deal, except they planned to market the hell out of it this year to earn some extra pesos.

 [Interesting etymological note: “Yucatan” is the name of this peninsula and one of the Mexican states of the region. 500 years ago, when Cortez’s men used Spanish to ask the local Mayans the name of this place, they repeatedly answered “Yucatan! Yucatan!” and so it came to be known. Yucatan means “I don’t understand” in Mayan.]

There are no rivers in the Yucatan. No proper rivers that you can swim, fish, or paddle a canoe in, anyway. This seems a bit odd, considering it rains plenty here, with the southern parts approaching tropical rain forest (or tropical “dry/seasonal” forest, more exactly). But when the water falls from the sky, the ground doesn’t stop it. The whole Yucatan peninsula is made up of limestone. It’s karst country, to use the proper geological term.  [“Karst” was first named in Slovenia, another wonderful place we visited in 2011 with plenty of turquoise water and nifty caves.]

When rain falls through the sky, it absorbs carbon dioxide from the atmosphere, and some of the water and C02 combine to form carbonic acid, which is why rain water is a little bit acidic naturally, even without man-made pollution making it worse.  The acidic rainwater reacts with the limestone, dissolving it. The rain eats the rock. In areas with lots of limestone (“karst country”), the water seeps into the ground much more so than in many other areas, and travels in underground rivers. As the underground rivers dissolve the surrounding rock, you get caves. Sometimes the river eats away too much of the roof of the cave, and it collapses, giving you a sinkhole, or as they are known in the Yucatan, cenotes (“seh-NO-tays”).

The lack of surface rivers means that there is very little sediment pouring into the sea, meaning the water is generally very clear (high visibility), which is one reason why the Meso-American reef system (2^nd longest in the world, I think) is such a popular snorkeling and diving location. Besides the reef off-shore, another diving/snorkeling location that is very popular in this region are the cenotes themselves. There are thousands of cenotes across the Yucatan. They were the basis of the great Mayan civilization, and all major cities had one or more cenotes. Some of them are large (several hundred meters across), many of them are deep (we swam in one that is 90m deep), and they all generally have steep sides or even sides that angle out from the shore as you go down (the reverse of a regular lake), meaning the surface area at the bottom is much more than the top. The water is usually very clean (unless they have been abused by humans) and startlingly clear.

We snorkeled in Cenote Azul near the southern Yucatan town of Bacalar (which is also on a 60 km long freshwater lake – very beautiful). It had a little restaurant on the side, but people were surprisingly good about observing the no littering rule, and they also tell you not to wear sunscreen or bug spray into the cenote for water quality (hard to say if people were observing this rule).

No picture from above can do the color of this water justice, but this picture at least shows how big this cenote was.

The water was refreshing. It felt clean. I like swimming in fresh water so much more than salt water. From the outside, I snickered a bit about the “Blue Cenote” monicker, as it didn’t seem particularly blue to me (maybe it was the low angle of the light). But when I got in…wow!

The water was so clear, it was hard to remember it was even there. My hands and toes and in front of my eyes seemed to just be floating there in nothingness (well, because you’re less buoyant in freshwater, I had to work pretty hard to “float,” but that’s another story.). There wasn’t an abundance of fish, but the fish that were there were very easy to watch, including lots of little tiny fish about 1 inch long and only maybe ¼ inch wide that were shiny and were mouth breathing at the surface, it appeared. When I lifted my head above the water, you couldn’t see the fish at all. There was a leaf fallen from the tree, yellow and rust colored, suspended in the water column, spinning in the light. It was mesmerizing. The fact that you couldn’t see the bottom (it was almost 300 ft/ 90 m deep!!!) and it was so clear really heightened the effect of floating in space.  This particular cenote was generally cylinder-shaped, like a well, both very large (250 m across, maybe) and deep. The water was very near top of the geological depression (some cenotes are more hole and less lake), and the walls were thick with vegetation above the water line. The roots of the trees went down underwater along the outside of the rock 20-30 feet. Below that, there was nothing to see but the abyss.

Shannon didn’t like the cenote as much as me. Swimming over the abyss, with so much down below, was unnerving, and not being able to float as well in the freshwater didn’t help. So she had somewhat mixed feelings about the whole thing, but I loved it, and insisted that we visit another cenote the next day, on our drive back to Cancun.

The two most famous cenotes around Tulum are Gran Cenote and Dos Ojos. Dos Ojos (“Two eyes”) cenote is part of a cave system that extends tens of miles, and is apparently one of the longest systems in the world. It sounds like an incredible scuba dive, but my PADI certification is rusty and I don’t want to refresh it with cave diving, generally considered some of the most risky kind of diving you can do. You can snorkel there too, but without an underwater light I don’t think it would be that interesting (almost no natural light, I’m told), and I didn’t have time to rent a light from a dive shop. Gran Cenote was rumored to be friendlier to snorkelers and provide a better natural environment.

We accidently avoided paying the 100 peso entrance fee by parking in the commercial lot (for dive tours and tour buses). I guess sometimes it does pay to be a stupid gringo. This place was pretty crowded, and despite the name, was much smaller than cenote azul. The cenote is sort of horseshoe-shaped, and you can leave from several wooden platforms in the middle. There is only maybe 15 feet of open water between the platform and the opposite wall at most, but you could swim into some barely lit rooms and the area was larger. It was also much larger underwater. I could watch scuba diving parties with their underwater lights and be surprised how far away they were, discovering whole rooms that I wouldn’t have known were there. Cenote azul was like swimming in a huge well, but this was more like a flooded cave. There were stalactites hanging down into the water, sometimes just above, sometimes into the water. From the dark areas, you could look back towards the daylight and see beautiful blue and turquoise colors punctuated by shadows of stalactites and swimmer legs. Because there were more people in a smaller, shallower area, the water was not nearly as clear at Gran Cenote than at cenote azul, but the feeling of swimming around on top of a cave was unique and worthwhile. I would definitely like to come back and do some diving trips into these cenotes, because I think that that is how you see the majority of their awesomeness.

Getting ready to explore the water and caves.

A view from above.

Maya Luna, Chacchoben, and Laguna Bacalar (Mexico - Part 4)

Friday, 30 December 2011

Our home for 4 nights.

Our first day at Maya Luna was actually the only day that I snorkeled.  The beach we’re at is “protected” by a reef that is about ¼ mile out, so although it was a bit windy, we were still able to snorkel in the waters between.  It’s not very deep and most of the bottom is covered with sea grass, so it was a bit difficult to see any creatures in the water until we actually got to the reef.  In the morning we actually tried to swim out to the reef, but I was feeling a bit tired and wasn’t sure about being able to swim back to shore, so we headed back to have some lunch and pick up some kayaks.  With the kayaks we made much better time and tried to actually go to the outside of the reef – until the waves started tossing us around too much.  So we came back to the inside and Jeff tied the kayaks to his shorts and we snorkeled around until we started getting chilly.  There were lots of sea fans and different types of corals.  We saw all sorts of fish, big and small, colorful and shiny.  Snorkeling is one of my favorite things to do – especially on a bright sunny day in crystal clear waters.  We had a mostly sunny day and mostly clear waters, so not a bad day in paradise!  We also saw an octopus!  It was about plate-sized (including tentacles).  We watched it move from one large piece of coral to another, then disappear beneath it.  So cool!

The view from our roof-top terrace.  Note the red water (explained below).

The water on this beach is interesting.  We’re downwind from a small river that pours out of a mangrove swamp.  The water in that river is literally blood red from the mangroves, so that redness/orangeness flows into sea water.  Our beach actually looks like there’s been an oil spill, but it’s just from the mangroves.  When Jeff and I were snorkeling near shore, we couldn’t even see one another from just a few feet away because the water was so dark from this mangrove water.  Kind of cool, kind of creepy.  Carolien told us she learned that the mangrove water is actually really good for the skin.  Possibly helps reduce skin cancer.  So hopefully my time out in the sun this week will be compensated for by this colorful water.

We visited the “town” of Mahahual a few times to get some different meals and to see what the locals were hawking.  I say “town” because this area wouldn’t really exist as a tourist center except for the cruise ship port that was recently installed (within the last ten years or so).  While we were here there were at least 4 giant (and I mean giant – floating cities bigger than many cities on the Caribbean coast of Mexico) cruise ships docked.  So an insta-town sprung up to cater to tourists – trying to feed them, give them massages, sell them anything, and most importantly, get them drunk.  There’s a really nice beach walkway (called the Malecon) that runs for about 2 km.  We ate at a couple of different restaurants there, enjoying the sea view and the people watching.  Seeing people getting massages on the beach was somewhat entertaining.  People of different sizes and ages with much of their bodies on display – come to think of it, I guess that’s not much different than seeing people of different sizes and ages in bathing suits.

The beach in Mahahual.  In the distance is one of the many very large cruise ships we saw.

On our third afternoon Jeff talked me into going for a late afternoon kayak off the beach at Maya Luna, before the sunset. As we got out to the reef, the sky looked impressively black off to the east. We couldn’t really figure out which way the storms were moving, and thought we’d be safe from that one. Three minutes later, we were getting dumped on. Luckily no lightning, and the rain was warm. Once back to shore, we actually went up to our terrace, stood in the rain holding each other, and watched the rain come down over the sea. It was excellent.

Our last full day in this area was spent checking out some local ruins at Chacchoben – another Mayan archeological site that is really cool and should be on everybody’s must-see list – and swimming in a cenote (see Jeff’s next post) and swimming in a large freshwater lake.  Chacchoben is a very small site, and had very few visitors.  It’s still covered in jungle with a few structures cleaned up for viewing.  It seemed so wild and so much more like finding a site (Indiana Jones-style) than Chichen Itza did.  While we were there, for the first time, I tried fresh coconut milk – we watched the guy use a machete to cut off the end so he could stick a straw in it.  It was delicious!  I don’t usually like coconut (both the flavor and the texture), but I guess that’s because I wasn’t tasting the real/fresh thing. 

One of the temples at Chacchoben.

The palm trees were huge!

We only got to climb part way up this ruin.

Man with a machete and a coconut.

Fresh coconut milk is surprisingly refreshing and yummy!

Cenote Azul was interesting, but as Jeff explains in his post, he liked it a lot more than I did.  I guess I just couldn’t get over the fact that there was 300 feet of water below me.  It was beautiful, though.

We only spent a few minutes at Laguna Bacalar.  We walked out on a dilapidated old pier and jumped into about 4 feet of fairly warm freshwater.  Turns out it was not nearly as clean as the water at the cenote.  The sun was setting by now, so we stayed in long enough to get wet and watch the sun go behind the trees.  Then it was time to head back to Maya Luna.

The waters of Laguna Bacalar as the sun sets.

We left Maya Luna this morning and made the long drive back to Cancun.  Jeff swam in the Gran Cenote (see his post), while I watched and took pictures.  (I especially don’t like the idea of swimming in anything resembling a cave, so I didn’t even go in – what can I say, I’m a wimp who has a few phobias). 

It’s been a great babymoon.  I’m sad to be leaving, but as always, I’m also looking forward to being home.  I don’t think Jeff or I got much sun – I was hoping to get back to Mass with my skin sun-kissed.  But we were diligent about sunscreen, and I suspect that the December sun is a bit weaker than the summer sun.

One of three small sting rays we saw - this one was about the size of a salad plate.

Another one of the three sting rays we saw - this one was about the size of a dinner plate.  His tail made me a bit nervous being in the water.

Bees enjoying the flowers of a palm tree.

Jeff watching as two brown pelicans slam into the water, another gets ready to dive, and the fourth flies over looking for fishy food.

Good morning Caribbean.

Saying farewell to Maya Luna.

Ek’ Balam and Our Last Beach Resort (Mexico - Part 3)

Tuesday December 27, 2011

Maya Luna Hotel near Mahahual, Mexico

Yesterday was a fairly leisurely day – as Jeff mentioned in the last post, the morning started out in the sunny courtyard of what must have once been the party center of the Club Med of Chichen Itza.  These days it seems this resort is more family focused – although last night’s show seemed more like something you’d want to see if you were taking some sort of hallucinogenic drug…

After taking our time eating and packing up, we finally left Chichen Itza around 11am and headed for a slight detour before arriving at our final destination.  We decided it was going to be worth the time and extra driving to go see the ruins at Ek’ Balam.  And it was definitely worth it.  As Jeff noted earlier, we couldn’t climb on the ruins in Chichen Itza, but we could here.  I felt a little bad about climbing on these ancient ruins so I convinced myself that most of them were actually reconstructed.  The biggest structure – which claims to be taller than El Castillo (the huge pyramid at Chichen Itza) – was actually under reconstruction, so it didn’t take much to convince me that it was ok to climb.  And we did.  It was the heat of the day and it felt incredibly humid too, so by the time we got to the top, I was feeling a bit light-headed.  The view was really spectacular – we could see how flat the surrounding land is (you can see for miles in every direction) and a few ruins poking out of the wild jungle.  This site is much smaller and much less excavated than Chichen Itza, but really, really cool.  If you ever visit the Yucatan, this is one place not to be missed.  There are several mounds that have not been excavated, so they are covered in jungle, but you can see that they must have been man-made.  Makes me wonder how the archeologists figure out which stone goes where and what the mound actually was before it was taken over by flora.  Since I was feeling light-headed, Jeff held my hand as we descended the pyramid and I chose to remain in the shade for the rest of the outing.  Jeff galavanted around the place, climbing up and over multiple structures.  This is definitely the place for any Indiana Jones wannabe’s out there.

Jeff balancing over the steep stairs overlooking the rest of Ek' Balam.

I was so happy to make it all the way up to the top.  Now to get down...

Is that Indiana Jones I see?

On a side note – I tried a guanabana popsicle and really enjoyed the flavor.  Not to mention the cold of the frozen treat.

Jeff tried to convince me that we should visit the cenote that was adjacent to the ruins, mainly because it was really hot and this particular cenote was off the beaten path and probably would be the most empty of any that we might be able to see.  I was unconvincable, however, because it was past our lunch time and we both tend to get the hungry bitchies if we don’t eat in a timely manner. 

We ended up having a nice (and long) lunch in the town of Valladolid.  Our Lonely Planet guide told us of a market/food court just off the main city plaza that lots of locals go to, so we tried that.  Our Spanish is fairly poor – so trying to read a fully Spanish menu and talk to people who spoke no English made ordering a bit difficult – I tried to order several things without meat (I’m not vegetarian, just sometimes don’t want to try dishes with meat from unknown sources), but was repeatedly told I couldn’t get that meal without pork (or chicken).  I finally just ordered Huevos Rancheros (fried eggs on tortillas with a tomato sauce and beans on the side) which was quite tasty.  Jeff was only going to get a small meal, but kept ordering plate after plate: fried plantains, papas fritas (French fries), and pork tacos.  We ended up stuffed. It was great!  Meanwhile, we got to see a bit of the local populace (along with tour groups and some individual tourists).  It was a great stop.

Mmmm, tasty lunch.

Finally, we headed to our last beach resort – in Mahahual, about 4 hours south of Cancun.  We drove on several different very straight roads with little traffic to finally find this wonderful little resort on the sea: Maya Luna.  The proprietors are originally from Holland but have been running Maya Luna for 9 years.  There are a total of 4 bungalows at this resort, each with their own roof terrace and all about 20 meters to the water.  We arrived late, but Carolien and Jan were nice enough to fix us dinner (an interesting take on fajitas with a curry flavor – very good).  We decided we really wanted to get in the water before bed, but we only walked a few feet in (just above my knees) and decided that there were too many unknowns in the dark, so we’d wait until tomorrow to check it out.  We’ll be here for 4 nights and plan on snorkeling and swimming and kayaking and pretty much relaxing and enjoying ourselves for the last part of our babymoon.

Chichen Itza & the Mayan Christmas Pageant (Mexico - Part 2)

Chichen Itza, Mexico

We spent the nights of Christmas Eve and Christmas at a hotel within walking distance of Chichen Itza. Part of a small chain called Villa Archaeologicos, these were once Club Meds but have been bought up, and they’re all right next to Mayan ruins. Our beachfront place in Sian Ka’an (Cesiak) was great, but fairly overpriced considering the shared composting toilet and only brackish water to wash/shower in. Here there is a hint of faded glory, appropriate given the setting next to the ruins of the great Mayan city, I suppose, but overall it is quite nice with a large step up in housing quality and (surprisingly), at only about half the cost. There are small museum-piece-type archaeological finds put behind glass in various places in the courtyard, and there are some HUGE tropical trees that they apparently built the hotel around, which is cool.

When we arrived, I asked if there were any interesting cultural events surrounding Christmas (Feliz Navidad!) in the nearby town. The clerk seemed confused by my question, but did hand me a program for the hotel’s own Christmas celebration to be held on the evening of the 25^th. The program was all in Spanish, and I wasn’t going to plan our day around it, but if we happened to be at the hotel when it was going on, so be it.

Our visit to Chichen Itza was excellent. We got up early and hired a guide, trying to get there near opening to beat the expected crowds. Surprisingly, we did. For the first 2 hours at least, there were hardly any people there, and even the hundreds of vendors that set up merchandise booths were still unpacking their wares when we finished our tour. Our tour, advertised as three hours, didn’t quite make it to two, and by the end our guide was dismissively waving his hands quickly towards several rather impressive structures off in the distance, but didn’t seem interested in actually walking us over there and touring them. No matter. It was Christmas morning, and our guide Diego had apparently been partying with the family until 3am, then got up at 7am to meet us. He guided quite well on a hangover, all things considered, and he didn’t get double-pay or anything resembling overtime from us, so I won’t complain too much. It was still a worthwhile tour. For those who have been before, I’m sorry to disappoint you that you can no longer climb on any of the Mayan ruins, especially the big pyramid. Apparently you could up until 5 our 6 years ago, when the combination of a visitor falling to her death and the elevation of Chichen Itza to one of the new “Seven Wonders of the World! caused the authorities to reconsider previous tourist freedoms. There are other Mayan ruins where you can still climb around on stuff Indiana Jones style, and hopefully I’ll have a report of those later.

Chichen Itza was a major Mayan city from roughly 650-1350 AD, and at various times was a political and/or religious capital of the Mayan civilization that stretched over the entire Yucatan peninsula and down into present day Guatemala, Belize, and El Salvador.  Roughly 20-50,000  people (estimates vary greatly) lived in the Chichen Itza metro area at it’s peak, which sounds small to modern day observers but would have rivaled our exceeded any European city of its day. Like today, the elites lived in walled-off compounds from the 99%, with the stinking masses living outside the ruins we see today, leaving no substantial stone memories of their passing. The ruins you see today were mostly ceremonial and religious, probably equivalent to visiting Washington D.C. in the year 2739 and only seeing the remnants of the National Mall with the Smithsonian and a few crumbling neo-classical monuments left above the swamp waters.  Still, what you can see is rather impressive.

The Mayans were excellent astronomers, so that their buildings acted as calendars, lining up equinoxes, solstices, and various movements of Venus exactly with features of the buildings. On the equinoxes, thousands of tourists throng to see the central pyramid create a shadow that resembles a serpent, which when it touches the ground was supposed to indicate the correct planting/harvesting time. They apparently could predict eclipses up to 32 years in advance. The ability to correctly predict the seasons and thus the right time to plant (there is a rainy/dry season here) would give you great power, apparently enough to create a whole religious system of astronomical observation and regular human sacrifice. The Mayans really were into the sacrifice thing. There was a platform decorated with hundreds of engravings of skulls where heads were removed. There was a ball game (somewhat like soccer or lacrosse) where the players had to pass around a heavy (12 pounds+) hard rubber ball without the use of their hands or feet, eventually getting the ball up through an elevated stone ring (higher than a basketball hoop). Sources differ whether the losing or winning team captain was then sacrificed (our guide said the winner, because it was an honor, and the loser had to do the decapitation, which humiliated him). Alternatively, the top of one of the temples held a special jaguar-inspired statue, which is where the priests placed the still-beating heart of a recent sacrifice, done daily to ensure favorable weather. These sacrifices were not an honor, just you know, daily prayers, so they used slaves.  Then as now, being a slave was just not a very good career path.

Many of the Mayan buildings at Chichen Itza have very cool acoustical design. Some of it was likely to project the priests’ voices over the courtyard, but today it means that if you clap your hands at the base of the main pyramid, it echoes and reverberates in a way to produce a sound like a high-pitched gunshot, or, as our guide said, like the call of a quetzal bird. Choose your reference point. In the royal ball court, the echoes bounced off concave walls to make a clap echo up to seven times in staccato succession – a very cool effect, until the tour bus groups all tried to do this together, and they couldn’t get their timing right, leaving a lame muddled cacophony of “Gee, why are we clapping again?”

THE Chichen Itza pyramid, called El Castillo.  Note the serpent heads at the bottom right.

The largest ball court found in any Mayan ruins.  You can see the loop the players had to throw the ball through high on the walls further back in the picture.

An example of the carvings in the temple walls - this shows a beheaded winner (or loser?).

Another building was covered with images of skulls - all the winners (losers?) of the ball games.

The observatory.

Note to my sister and brother: Many of the vendors were selling whistles that produced the rather startling sound of a jaguar growling when you blew into it. They liked to play a cute little bird whistle for a while, then switch to the jaguar, just to make sure they had your attention. They had our attention. Much as I hated the whistles, I couldn’t ignore them. They’re awful. Apparently we’re hard wired to notice things such as jaguars growling in the jungle. Puts you on edge, to say the least, but I suppose if Great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather Grog hadn’t been paying attention to those things, I wouldn’t be hear writing this today. At any rate, all the kids loved the whistles. I consider getting one for Joe J and John V, who would have loved them. But you wouldn’t have. And you would have never forgiven me, and likely would have reciprocated with something awful in the future. In fact, I should be keeping a list of all the wonderful/awful presents that I haven’t bought as gifts over the years as the non-custodial uncle. It really does show a great deal of restraint, believe it or not.

The Mayans were (are!) short. The women were about 4 feet tall, and the men about 5 feet. There are still quite a few Mayans in the area (and Mayan is spoken as the first language in many homes). Shannon had the unusual feeling of towering over people here – not so common for her!

We were pretty worn out by lunch time, so headed back to our hotel for a mellow Christmas afternoon. As I sipped my margarita by the pool, I watched workmen spend many hours wrestling with the props and sound and light system for the upcoming Christmas pageant. Weird and distinctly not It’s a Wonderful Life props. There was an 8 foot tall piece the size of a commercial refrigerator that looked like a model of DNA. There was a shopping basket that had been converted to have a human-sized birdcage like structure around it, with a car battery attached for some lighting effects. There were many other objects I can’t really even begin to describe. It seemed like these had been used year after year for this event only, getting a few updates every year. What was this pageant going to be?

The show was supposed to go up at 6pm, but no one was here. About 6:20, we wanted to take a dip in the pool, but by that time a man in some semblance of traditional Mayan garb called several loud notes on his horn, and lit the incense, and started the show. Shannon and I watched from behind the “stage” for a while, wanting to get in the chilly pool but not wanting to disturb the performance. As the show got going, more people stopped to stare. There were about a dozen people in total watching, including the restaurant waitstaff. It was mostly a ballet, of sorts. There was drumming. There were synthesizers. It was very heavy. I think the title of the show translated into something like “The Dwarf Legend of Ushmal” which doesn’t mean a whole lot to me either. There was a man in a full body spandex suit, doing some slow interpretive moves. The ending involved a fire twirler. I kept wanting to leave to go to dinner, but was compelled to stay. It was awful and weird and mesmerizing. I have no idea what it was about or why it was in any way a Christmas story. I’m not convinced that if I spoke Spanish or Mayan that I would have understood a whole lot more. I have included a video and photos to try to help explain.

The Dwarf Legend of Uxmal in front of the hotel swimming pool.

VIDEO COMING SOON!

After this first act, there was supposed to be an act of more traditional Mexican folk dancing. There were several ladies dressed up in pretty white with flowers dresses. Shannon wanted to see this, but we waited twenty minutes and it seemed the organization was lacking. Were they going to take the whole stage down before the next act? (No. Most of it was still up this morning.) We left for an uninspiring dinner in town. When we got back, a live classical music trio was supposed to be playing as the third act, but the whole place was deserted. Apparently the Dwarf Legend of Ushmal was too much for anyone to top.

It's chilly this morning – had to put on my long sleeve (with shorts) as I sit by the pool. Tee hee. In an hour or so there will be sun in the courtyard and it will be plenty warm. Green parrots are squawking as they fly overhead.

A Mexican Christmas tree - made out of palm leaves.

We really liked these three-wheeled bikes.  We saw people and goods being transported on them.