Some places you don't even need to return to, to remember vividly.
Tulum is like that. The heat, the sun, the smell of the salt sea air, the sensation of sand and limestone crunching underfoot. The rustling of lizards, and nearer El Castillo, the call of birds as they dart in and out of the cool recesses. The thickness of humidity momentarily cast off by an ocean breeze. The sudden and fleeting clarity brought by a draught of fresh water.
And everywhere, the solid, stylized architecture, intricately crafted in carved stone, its roughness smoothed with plaster and stories scribed in earthy pigment.
Tulum, Mexico, 2005.
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