The Highlands of Chiapas rise sharp and isolate above the tropics. At night the stars shine close and cold, and at dawn fog surrounds the sacred mountains and steep cornfields. As the sun rises, the volcanic peaks loom above the clouds like islands dreaming of the sea.
Thing 4 was going to the Na Bolom Museum which is where all the photos in this post were born.
You'll excuse my unbridled enthusiasm. It really cannot be helped.
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