A Journey Back in Time

As the sun began its gentle ascent over Mexico City, I found myself eagerly anticipating the day’s adventure. The allure of ancient civilizations has always captivated me, and today, I was to explore the enigmatic pyramids of Teotihuacan. Our small group of six was promptly picked up from our accommodations, and we set off on a journey that promised to be both enlightening and enchanting.

Our first stop was a quaint restaurant near Teotihuacan, where we were treated to a traditional Mexican breakfast inside a natural cave. The aroma of café de olla, a spiced coffee, mingled with the sweet scent of agua de Jamaica, a hibiscus tea, creating a symphony of flavors that danced on my palate. As I savored my chilaquiles, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the leisurely breakfasts of my European train journeys, where time seemed to stretch and the world outside the window was a moving painting.

The Artisans and the Pyramids

With our appetites sated, we ventured to an artisan workshop, where the ancient art of obsidian crafting was on full display. The artisans, with their deft hands and keen eyes, transformed the volcanic glass into intricate pieces of art. It was a reminder of the timeless beauty that can be found in the simplest of materials, much like the landscapes I often admire from the comfort of a train carriage.

Our guide, Eduardo, was a fountain of knowledge, effortlessly switching between Spanish and English as he shared the rich history of Teotihuacan. His passion for the subject was infectious, and I found myself hanging onto his every word as we made our way to the pyramids. The Sun and Moon pyramids stood majestically against the azure sky, their ancient stones whispering tales of a civilization long past.

A Memorable Experience

As we walked along the Calzada de los Muertos, the Avenue of the Dead, I was struck by the profound sense of history that enveloped the site. The murals we chose to visit instead of the Temple of Quetzalcóatl were vibrant and alive, each stroke of color telling a story of its own. It was a decision I did not regret, as the art provided a deeper understanding of the beliefs and customs of the Teotihuacan people.

The midday sun was relentless, but Eduardo, ever prepared, offered us an umbrella for shade. I was grateful for his thoughtfulness, though I had come prepared with a wide-brimmed hat and sunglasses, reminiscent of my travels through sun-drenched European countrysides.

As our tour concluded, I reflected on the day’s experiences. The Teotihuacan tour had been a journey through time, a window into a world that once was. It was a reminder of the beauty of slow travel, of taking the time to truly immerse oneself in the history and culture of a place. As we were driven back to our starting point, I felt a sense of fulfillment, knowing that this experience would linger in my memory, much like the rhythmic clatter of train wheels on tracks.