On our way to Chichen Itza, my family and I stopped in a small town off the highway to get some food. We finished all the junk food we hoarded from the hotel and were in dire need of some more food to make the long drive with completely foreign music more tolerable.
What was supposed to be just a food stop became something so much more special. We walked into a small alley and found a beautiful market. Most of the stall owners were old and all were descendents of the Mayans. The sold everything from desserts and fresh fruits to clothes and toys. It was easy to see that this area was a major part of the community. There was an undeniable look of sadness on the workers’ faces. Nevertheless, it was refreshing to see local life in a non-commercial area of Mexico.
When we reached Chichen Itza, we came across a structure with 1,000 pillars. This to the right was what used to be the Mayan marketplace. It is interesting to compare the two and just imagine how life has changed for a civilization of people over the last 2,000 years. I noticed that there was actually very little change to the lifestyle here as opposed to the American lifestyle which has become so much more decadent.
I just thought this was cute.