The lovely Francis had recommended the Mayan Cultural to a couple departing from Monkey Bay. While I thought this was just a museum and a "touristy" stop, I did not demonstrate much interest. It was Sunday and I truly had just one focus: Church.
In one short hour, the driver and my other friend, "The happy lion-Samba" jump off and give me a big hug and say their good byes. Samba is seriously the happiest and most innocent man with a heart of gold.
Warning: These people are hard to find so when you see one make sure to spend time with them and give them nice care.
It is one of those moments where I am watching the bus pull away with both of us waiving until the very end. What's that expression, "Parting is such sweet sorrow." Well, I got news for you- it definitely is!
Of course I had to stop in the center and check it out. I also had to ask the bus arrival time for my second bus departing across the street. The women told me the direct bus would come in 3 hours or the bus that makes unlimited stops comes in an hour. It was a no brainer- I was staying at the Mayan Centre and taking a look around. Boy am I glad I did!
It's wonderful how you can just enter into someones creative space and take part in their spirit and creative energy. They make each movement appear to be so simple and so still. I stood watching from above all the creativity that was placed right in front of me. When one engages in an activity over and over for perhaps a lifetime, it loses it's charm. To an outsider, that charm still exists and that charm leads to appreciation. When there are these moments of appreciation it also brings participation. I was interested in trying out their natural craft.
In one short hour, the driver and my other friend, "The happy lion-Samba" jump off and give me a big hug and say their good byes. Samba is seriously the happiest and most innocent man with a heart of gold.
Warning: These people are hard to find so when you see one make sure to spend time with them and give them nice care.
It is one of those moments where I am watching the bus pull away with both of us waiving until the very end. What's that expression, "Parting is such sweet sorrow." Well, I got news for you- it definitely is!
Of course I had to stop in the center and check it out. I also had to ask the bus arrival time for my second bus departing across the street. The women told me the direct bus would come in 3 hours or the bus that makes unlimited stops comes in an hour. It was a no brainer- I was staying at the Mayan Centre and taking a look around. Boy am I glad I did!
It's wonderful how you can just enter into someones creative space and take part in their spirit and creative energy. They make each movement appear to be so simple and so still. I stood watching from above all the creativity that was placed right in front of me. When one engages in an activity over and over for perhaps a lifetime, it loses it's charm. To an outsider, that charm still exists and that charm leads to appreciation. When there are these moments of appreciation it also brings participation. I was interested in trying out their natural craft.
It's important to try out the natural craft of others and show that you are flawed. This reconfirms to them that they are skilled.
When you lead a Westernized living, it's good to be humble and show you're imperfect, flawed, and a person who wants to learn. PRIS
With a few minutes of pulling the strings, I was slowly catching on and enjoying it. When they took over, they moved twice as fast. I smiled acknowledging their amazing work. They said they are so used to making all these natural craft items that they could do it blindfolded. I would imagine this to be the case with the mastering of this craft.
Nevertheless, I was so wrapped up in my time with them that church slipped my mind. I asked where I could find the local service. They pointed me right next door and I had some anxiety because I did not want to be late. Keep in mind this is a small service in the middle of a small forest- not St. Patrick's Cathedral in a big city.
I went running down the paved road(ladies laughing and shaking their heads) and I ask the guy selling chickens, "Where is the church?" He points behind him to a small, cute shack in the shape of a cathedral.
Priscilla, "Wow I love this simplicity. This will be great."
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