For years I have been fascinated by the architecture, culture, and history of the Central American Mayans. So much so that several years ago on a trip to Belize City, I found a way to go to Punta Gorda, a place where Mayans still live today in much the same way as their ancestors did. A small plane with seats for about six flew over the jungle, stopping every so often to sit down on a gravel path, drop off a package, and pick up a package. The trip itself was an experience not to be forgotten. At last we arrived in Punta Gorda.
A young Mayan man and his grandfather sat with me for a time. The young man was so excited to try out his English on an American and I was so happy to learn a few words of Mayan. The grandfather had seen many years with a face that matched. Wonderful people and a wonderful experience. Men still went to work in the fields; the women still took care of the thatched homes, doing some embroidered handwork to sell to the few tourists at the time.
I wonder what has happened to this village in the 20 plus years since I visited.
Mayan Memories, Oil on Canvas, 40 X 30," $2400.00 USD
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