In the light, late afternoon rain, high on Tequila on the mighty peak of The Pyramid Of The Sun, we declared our love … We’d only been together, 4 days.
In bed, in bars, around Mexico city, it had been 24/7 together; strangers traveling in a surreal swirl of instant attraction.
She is 16 years younger than me.
I met Maria (name changed) via this blog. And we’d met once when she was in Korea, then later wrote a few emails over the months, nothing heavy – just friends.
And then a few days after I’d arrived in Mexico City, we’d met again, connected strongly, and stuck.
Together we held one another, gazing out across the Avenue of the Dead and the vast stone ruins to the darkened, surrounding mountains, opening ourselves to what some claim is the site’s ancient, mystical energy.
A half-liter of this clear liquor on empty-stomachs (which we drank from a clearly marked plastic water bottle so not to arouse suspicion of illegal drinking in public and also the rules of this archeological site). In love on the peak of the pyramid, there, we had our true beginning as a couple.
That day we had the site nearly to ourselves, arriving late afternoon. No crowds. Plenty of space. Horizons of stepped stone; stares of amazement, amid scorching heat, searing tequila, blazing passions.
By evening we were the last to be whistled / ushered out the park, drunk, but not obvious (?)
And we stayed in a multi-mirrored, love motel, in a nearby town. Intense loving making ensued into a blur as I remember later Maria passed out and unable to wake her, unable to feel her pulse.
Panicked (or was I really that drunk) I picked her up and doused her under a freezing shower. She awoke, startled. I thought she was dead. Maybe she was?
The next day we awoke without hang-overs or breakfast and started back early to be the first ones into the park and had it to ourselves for a couple of hours.
Four friendly dogs followed us every step, like guardian spirits …
And they howled atop the Pyramid of the Moon, as we climbed up beyond the allowed area (unlike the Sun Pyramid, the peak here was fenced – off limits) and there we sat in wonder as the early morning mists lingered on the mountains.
I had in my mind to make love, us alone, looking down the vast stone avenue to the Pyramid of the Sun.
But it didn’t happen.
After 30 minutes of awesomeness above we saw a policewoman below.
Heard her whistles and shouts. We clambered down, were told off, had our tickets canceled, and we escorted / kicked outa the park by 9:30 AM.
I didn’t mind, as I was getting really hungry, and we’d seen most of what we wanted to experience.
Love and Tequila amid the Sun and the Moon – really, who needs anything else?