We had just climbed to the top of Chitzen Itza and were relaxing in the grass. It was December and the weather was nice - the sun was out.
"Do you think she's lost?"
"Maybe she's waiting for someone."
"She might be."
I snapped a couple of photos of her - the expression on her face no really giving away what she was feeling, thinking.
"What are we going to do for dinner? I don't think I can stand to eat any more of the food at the resort."
"We could walk into town, find something, tacos, beer."
The bus was leaving in another half an hour.
"We have time to walk over and look at that other building over there if you want."
"Yeah, let's go. I'll see if the lady is still here when we come back."