There isn't A LOT going on in Muyil on any given summer's day. On our Tuesday visit we found the main street quietly laying in wait for any kind of two- or four-legged pedistrian. or perhaps a small white car. The corner school was busily receiving last minute, end-of-the-summer repairs as its doors would soon be opening for the business of uniformed students. And Michelada's was bustling with activity as captiviated soccer spectators hooped and hollared with each play made by Team Mexico viewed on the 19"-screen TV in the 90+ degree heat. I'm pretty sure we were never noticed as we loitered for but a few mintues looking to see if there might be a morsal for lunch. Three vehicles stopped on this hot summer day (did I mention is was hot?)to lend a hand to a family van (each seat filled) which had found itself inoperable. The boys gathered around, talked and looked and talked and looked for quite some time and I'll never know what came of it. Maybe this was rush hour Quitana Roo-style. The quiet life of the Mexicans in this part of the country is as slow and deliberate as it can be and truly, it seems there's not A LOT to be rushed about...a road to walk, a roof to patch, a game to watch, a car to fix. The simplicity of this life is a settling thing to me.
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