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My trip to Mexico

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Thursday, 14 August 2008

Have you heard of the Aztecs from Mexico? Have you ever been completely scared to death? Have you thought to yourself that you can’t do something because it seemed too hard to accomplish? Have you ever walked for so long that the color of your socks changed colors?

In the summer of 2005, I went to Mexico. I was there for two weeks. During my stay I went to the Aztec Pyramids with a group of people. When we arrived and were getting ready to get off the bus, you could see the tips of two of the Pyramids. Once we got off the bus, we had to walk across a bed of gravel. It was around two hundred feet long by fifty feet wide. All I could see at this point was that everyone in the group was getting excited to see these ancient ruins. At the end of this path was a staircase that was around ten feet high with a length of over fifty plus feet. It was hard to climb up these steps because they were so close together. It was a balancing act going up these stairs.

At the top, to my dismay only five feet away was a similar pair of stairs going down. My nose did not smell anything except the gravel bed that I was standing on. After reluctantly going down the stairs I came upon yet another gravel road. I was expecting another similar gravel bed that I had just passed a short while ago. It was 100 feet wide and when I looked side to side, the road seemed to have a length that passed the horizon. I was taken aback by its mere size. I could hear hundred’s of people walking around me and talking to each other. I could also see the gravel gliding away from beneath people’s feet.

I remembered that this road was called the “Calle de los Muertos” in Spanish, meaning street of the dead. It was a mile in length. Directly in front of me, was the biggest of the three temples, the Sun temple. Its titanic size made me shiver in fear. I decided to climb it last. To my left was the Moon Temple which was the second biggest temple. It took around thirty or so minutes to get to it because I had come from the center of the mile long road. Once I arrived at its base, the temple looked strange to me. The first twenty feet of it was made from a beige colored rock and the rest was made of rocks with colors varying from blue to black. The stairs going up the temple was so steep that there was a handrail in the middle of them to help people go up and down the temple. When I started to climb, I had to lift my feet around two painfully high feet. My foot could not even fit on the steps which forced me to climb in a nerve breaking side-ways motion.

Once at the top I felt that I could accomplish anything, it suddenly hit me like a flash flood, I had to get back down. Have you heard the saying “Don’t look down” before? Well I did look down and I was still as a stone for a few minutes. I was wondering how I climbed up these stairs. I was forced to go back down sideways again. I felt that I would topple over any second. To my relief I got down with no injury.

Once I arrived at the bottom, I decided to go to the smallest temple. It felt like I was crossing an endless, waterless desert. My mouth was yearning for water, as a fish would if removed from a lake. It was the temple of the Serpent. Once at the Serpent temple, the stairs looked like normal stairs. Each step was around one foot high and one foot in width. When I started to climb, to my relief I did not have to climb up in a side ways motion like I was forced to before. At the top, I felt a gust of wind that made feel me like a new man.
To my complete and utter surprise on the back of the temple was another temple. You could not have guessed that there were two temples one behind the other. This hidden temple looked better than the one I was standing on. The hidden temple had six huge animal heads, three on each side of the stairs going up it. Their eyes gazed upon you. They made you feel powerless and fearful of your own safety. After my initial shock, I became hungry. My stomach was roaring like a mother lion protecting its cubs. I used my height advantage to survey the area like a vulture looking for prey. To my relief there was a rest stop directly in front of the temple. I ran towards it like a road runner.

Once inside I could smell meat cooking and hear people ordering food. After eating I felt that I was reborn. It was now time to climb the Sun Temple. Once at the bottom, I felt that I was looking at the Mount Olympia of Mexico. Its gigantic size made me feel, as if I was the most insignificant person on the face of the earth. Once I started to climb, I felt that these stairs would take me to heaven because the steps seemed to go on forever. Once at the top I could see for hundreds of miles around me.

This pleasurable experience later gave way to concern. I had to go back down the endless steps that I had just climbed. Looking down, it felt like it was the steps that would take you to the underworld. To my joy I was at the bottom of the temple and not in the underworld. By this point, my feet started to hurt like there was no tomorrow. I took my shoes off to rest my feet. I was wearing white socks. When I looked at the bottom of my socks they were black from the inside of my shoes. This has never happened to me before because I had never walked so much in my entire life. At this point I have had enough and wanted to float back to the bus. Sadly I had to walk back up the 10 foot high stairs, then down the other side, and then had to walk more than hundred feet to get to the bus. Once inside I felt into a deep sleep.

Yes, I have heard of the Aztecs and of all of their accomplishments. In my eyes I thought they were just any other ancient human civilization that had disappeared in the distant past. After my trip, I could not stop thinking that if they could make these pyramids, what would they be able to accomplish if they were still around now. I do not ever want to feel the feeling of being scared to death ever again. Thinking back, I don’t have any reason to say that I can’t do something because I thought I could not climb these pyramids and I did climb them. Who would have ever thought that you can change the color of your socks? If someone told me that you can change the color of your socks just by walking, I would have laughed to their faces. After actually doing it myself, I could still not believe that it’s even possible.

About Article

I, jazzking2001, wrote this article October of 2006 for my English Composition I, collage class as a Descriptive Narrative.

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