The jungle was so huge. He remembered seeing it from the plane when flying to Cancun. From up there, the vegetation’s color was dark green, and he thought it was the ocean. Then, once the plane started to descend, he was able to see even the waves.
It had already been late, but they didn’t want to sleep. And because they were worried that Keshet would complain again about them being too loud, they decided to leave the kitchen. First, they thought they would go to the shala. But then Mauricio asked, “Shall we make a fire?”
“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...
“Hi, Keshet. It’s a bit embarrassing to ask you again for the reservation. But my flight is due in just a few hours and I really need it as soon as possible. Don’t worry. If you are busy, I will find another way to get it...