The next few days fell into a gentle rhythm after a whirlwind month of buses, cabs, hikes and tours. We migrated lazily between our cozy room and the hammock in our very private lounge on the third floor, an incredible open air space very much like a treehouse! I spent an entire afternoon ruminating (read: dozing) next to a cenote-style pool. Once in awhile I looked up from my private hammock garden, but mostly not. When we were in an “active” mood, we took a walk along some of the stone-lined, meandering paths that wind around the property’s perimeter and connect the buildings. “Soon, we’ll have a real cenote,” Lou informed us at breakfast one morning, an air of mystery in his voice. And sure enough, on a far side of the property, we stepped off the path and peeked down into the mouth of a cavernous hole. How fascinating, we thought. All that water underneath of us. Another, entirely secret world.