During university I attended a Meso-American archaeology course and despite the professor's dull and dry three hour long lectures I became fascinated - to the point that I dragged my poor mother to a Meso-American pottery exhibit in Barcelona and babbled on and on about each individual artifact present.
So when a group of the volunteers were gunning it to Coba I tagged along and walked around the area for the afternoon. Ball courts, temple pyramids and stelas aplenty but when I searched for any of the information stored in my brain in regard to what I learned in uni I came up with a Big Blank. I am not sure whether this says something about my brain storage capacity, the boring professor or the course itself but oddly enough, I remember the price of the required academic textbook.
It was a lovely afternoon meandering around the ruins in Coba with bicycle crashes, friends with blisters on their feet and topped off by pizza and beer afterwards.
So when a group of the volunteers were gunning it to Coba I tagged along and walked around the area for the afternoon. Ball courts, temple pyramids and stelas aplenty but when I searched for any of the information stored in my brain in regard to what I learned in uni I came up with a Big Blank. I am not sure whether this says something about my brain storage capacity, the boring professor or the course itself but oddly enough, I remember the price of the required academic textbook.
It was a lovely afternoon meandering around the ruins in Coba with bicycle crashes, friends with blisters on their feet and topped off by pizza and beer afterwards.
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