The Yucatan peninsula is full of fascinating beauty people and culture. A lot of places had that tourist vibe but once you fought through to the soul it was gorgeous. This subculure for lack of a better word created a feeling of unrest as a spirit of despair no subservience no contempt subversiveness contemptuousness filled the Maya. They held the lowliest jobs, their living conditions were reflected ……but nothing about them were in the least bit pitiable. We delved into these interesting bright faced people. Interestingly enough they found us very interesting. People wanted to touch Apryl’s hair and take pictures with us. People were taking the creeper shots of us as we walked down city streets. You know how it goes o e person poses in front of us while the other snaps a shot of us. Of course we photo bombed them. I tried to get a picture of them taking a picture of me but it didn’t work out.
Of them ans smiled big for the others.
I am very familiar with it because I live in it daily in Black America. We are apart of the mainstream and us old schoolers have a bit of contempt for mainstream not just for their shallow morals or lack of principles but mostly for dissallowing us’ es admission for so long. Now that we have gained money and cultural influence over mainstream Amerika there seems to be allot of amnesia or is it forgiveness I can’t tell. I guess it depends on who you are talking to. The same held true in Quintana Roo. One of the gringos tried to tell us that the Maya had a different set of priorities and didn’t care for modern convenience but when we spoke to the Maya that was not their sentiment. I think it is interesting how people see what they are comfortable seeing instead of what is before their eyes.
At the same time we don’t buy what mainstream is selling. Well that used to be our culture now it seems we don’t sell-out any more but we buy into thesystem we wanted to usurp just a 20 years ago…I am straying though.
When we arrived to Merida we started to notice the stark differences between a particular people and the mainstream populace. This other group was poorer, worked in the janitorial type positions…they were the Maya but proud of who they were and their heritage. We turned heads everywhere we went because of what I believe was a sincere curiosity. They are not used to Black Folk and as ambassadors of Faith and my people we were cognizant of our hosts and it was cool to be the stars for a while. It was interesting because we went out of our way to stay away from gringos. I felt a connection with the Maya people. The more that I learned about their story, their heritage, and their history, the more fascinated I became.
The family centered fun-loving and humble people of the Yucatan treated Us well. As long as you have a magnanimous attitude toward the tourist attacks, it is a wonderful place to visit. Of the tree cities that we spent the most time in Cancun was by far the most predatory and Merida was the most welcoming.