Silently approaching Tulum, last outpost along the Riviera Maya, we enter a mystical zone. Through the jungle we walk toward the beach, entering the ancient ruins of Tulum"s walled city through one of the corbel arches. We are drawn toward the cliff over- looking the Mexican Caribbean, shimmering like a jewel in the morning sunlight.
This Mesoamerican port"s splendor is a living testament of the Mayan post-classic period that once boasted of an active commercial trading zone. Anciently called Zama, "the dawn," we are transported in time to witness a sunrise that is brightening the city walls once covered by brilliantly painted stucco images that represented the universe, the Earth and its elements, and now; silent giants have arrived to witness the Mayan majesty.
Walking through this ceremonial site, we pass the Templo de los Frescos, a building with disappearing frescos of the descending god. The significance of this small up-side-down figure is unknown; which leads to speculation s [edit text][editors]
