Moises told us that we must go next to Casa Na Bolom, in San Crystaból, where Archeologists Frans and Gertrude Duby Blom lived. Frans Blom was a famous archeologist studying the Mayans, and “Trudy” was a world-renowned photographer who came there to find him. She did, and they married. The two of them never stopped studying and caring for Mayans. At the Casa, rooms were always kept open and offered without cost for the Lacandon Maya who came to San Cristóbal for medical reasons.
Their hacienda was at the base of the stairway that led to a central plaza surrounded by totally white structures and a church. Below the small hill, the jungle overgrowth covered everything but the one road in and out.
We drove in, right up to their doorway, and when we knocked, someone came and said, “Welcome, we have been waiting for you. We have a room for you and dinner when you settle in.”
Frans had passed away some years back, but spending time at the dinner table in Casa Na Bolom (Na Bolom means “Jaguar House” in the Tzotzil language) was nothing less than a miracle.
By now, we were used to going with the flow. It was all very surreal, but Events dictated, and we were willing and excited to see where they took us. Why we’ve had these experiences and what meaning they have, if any, I do not ponder or worry about. Lenette and I can only be grateful for them all.
Living means using—No need to remind, I know—And do it fully.
