Scraping ice off my windshield is something I associate with Canada, not Mexico. However, after another chilly Pemex sleepover, it was scraping time.
We got an early start to Teotihuacan, an impressive Aztec ruin, just outside of Mexico City. We pulled into the gravel car park and put on all the warm clothes we could find. As I stepped out of the van, Mark burst out laughing. One of the benefits to living in a van is having no mirror. No mirror = big wooly socks and sneakers, no problem.
We arrived at Teotihuacan just as the sun was rising.Sun rising over the Temple of the Feathered Serpent
Colourful hot air balloons floated above us, as we wandered through the remnants of this immense Aztec city.
What really blew me away was the size of the city. It took us hours to climb all the pyramids and walk the length of the Avenue of the Dead, the road that runs through the centre of it all. There was evidence of residential complexes, painted murals and human sacrifice. The most awe inspiring however, were the pyramids. The great religious tributes to the gods, just tower over it all. Teotihuacan means “where the gods were created”, a name which seemed to define this ancient city.
I am reading Aztec, by Gary Jennings and it gave the visit much more context. I had just read about a performance, where men are attached to a pole and jump off it while continuing to play instruments. Low and behold, as we got back to the van and started making lunch we saw this…
We tend to have a lot of car park meals and today was no exception. We are usually too hungry to make it anywhere else.