Down Below.

From down here the colors mix and the clouds swirl and everything seems a bit more plausible. We are leaving our backpacks behind to avoid the weight and worry that comes with things and hitchhiking on heading ever south towards lagoons and sleepy border towns.

We arrived in Bacalar with a semi driver who transports sugar across the Yucatan to the sea. He spoke about his four sons and his beautiful wife, he offered us cookies and turned up the music, before parting he told us we are still young, just flowers in the garden of our lives.

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