“You know, on that day when you played the guitar by the cenote, I felt something. I really felt something. There was a connection,” the beautiful girl told Checo on one evening when they were alone in the kitchen...
He was lying on his back. He had just opened his eyes. The wind blew. The trees swung gently. Their branches danced like a curtain in an open window. And the leaves whispered in choir...
There is a place… in the jungle... about 20 minutes by car from the Caribbean waves at last rolling on the sand of Tulum’s Playa Paraíso...