The Trip through the Underworld

I was an ordinary day like any other. I was content, sitting on the edge of cliff, gazing at the vast cenote before me. A elderly local had just told me about the cenote, and it's legend of the Mayan underworld. He must have been a good storyteller because I actually believed him at first, but I remembered that it was only a legend, a myth, a fairytale! Fairy tales and myths are never true... Right? The elder seemed disapproving of my disbelief.
Suddenly, I felt a strong push and I immediately fell right off the cliff and into the water of the cenote! Screaming, I fell fifty feet and plunged into the deep murky water. Panicking, I gasped for air, water speeding in my lungs, as I began to attempt to swim. My body kept sinking and sinking until it was dark. I closed my eyes.
A small light peeked in through my eyelids. I slowly lifted my eyelids and gasped to spot a tiny ball of light floating in the water beside me. Where am I?, I thought rubbing my eyes. The ball of light moved and rest on a gray rock, covered with white sand. I followed the light. Then haul ted in disbelief to look upon a large Mayan statue, which had a large brown nose, and dead bodies half buried in the sand under it. The legend was true!

I think blogging is helping me learn about places in Latin America, since I am thinking about where I'd like to go, and who I'd like to meet. It's like writing a book about a Tahiti. You either have to research a lot about Tahiti or actually go there inorder to make a good book about it.