Text and photos by Jessica Solt
In my mind, the perfect visit to the Riviera Maya involves more cenotes and less hours lounging by the infinity pool. More sipping xtabentún—an anise and honey liquor made in Yucatan—and less salt-rimmed-margaritas. More papadzules and absolutely no Señor Frog’s.
Millions flock to Cancun each year to run away from life, cold weather, and strict drinking laws. Who can blame them? But for me there is something enticing about this part of Mexican’s Caribbean coast that you can’t find anywhere else. Something hidden in the deep jungle, bathed by the sea, spread from generation to generation by word of mouth: Maya culture. Going back to your city of origin without an attempt at understanding even a spoonful of this magical civilization is a sin in my book.
Published on LatinLover issue #02