Last Updated on March 17, 2023 by PowersToTravel
Somehow, in 2011, my new husband convinced me that we should go to Belize for our honeymoon. I don’t know how that happened.
I chose the Mariposa Jungle Lodge near San Ignacio. The lodge promised cabanas with screens and mosquito netting, fans and a package of sightseeing and adventures. We would zipline, and swim at a waterfall. Particularly important to me was the day trip to Tikal, Guatemala, one of the greatest Mayan cities.
After a long drive, and a nature walk through the park around the temples and structures, we climbed one of the large pyramids. That is to say, we climbed the stairs which had been constructed to enable access to higher elevations.
We rested on the side of the pyramid above the tree tops, with about a hundred other tourists. I gazed over the jungle which had consumed the city so many years ago at other pyramids whose tops peaked out above the trees. I wondered how the people felt or feared as their water dried up, and their civilization crumbled. I listened to the raucous sounds of howler monkeys in the jungle below me.
I caught my breath with the wonder that I, the type 1 diabetic, was perched on a Mayan temple over a Central American jungle.
