We planned to head to Tulum (the ruins) in the morning, before the crowds got there. When we woke up, though, it was raining. It wasn't just a little drizzle, but rain so hard it hurt to walk in it. We decided to go find breakfast and see if the storm passed. We found a cute little cafe in town (Cafe Espresso--great food!). When we sat down, a cute little boy walked over to us with English menus. Rod greeted him with a friendly "Hola! Buenos dias." The little boy got really excited and ran back to the counter saying (in Spanish) "Oh you speak Spanish." I was trying so hard not to laugh as I explained to the boy that Rod would need an English menu after all because he spoke more English than Spanish.
After breakfast, it was still raining and starting to get to the point where the tour buses (and crowds) would be showing up. We decided to head west to see if the weather improved. We went to Coba, a Mayan ruins site about 25 miles west of Tulum. It was hot and sticky, but no rain and not too many people. It is also one of the few ruin sites where you can still climb the tall buildings. This was especially surprising given the very worn state of the steep steps of Nohoch Mul (the tallest pyramid). I had to practically crawl down to keep from falling down.
After all the climbing in the heat, we were ready to cool ourselves down in another cenote: Cenote Azul. This one had aquamarine colored water with the remains of a Mayan ruin at the bottom. It did not have a lot of caverns, but was more like a swimming pool. We enjoyed the water (and had it almost to ourselves) until a tour group showed up. It was time to head back to Tulum.
We had planned to spend the evening eating under the stars at Zamas and watching the full moon from the rocky cliffs overlooking the ocean. It was raining . . . hard. We decided to do it anyway. It was a good day.
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