The Century of Solitude for South Americans

— Travel Notes from Cancun

At dusk, along the Caribbean Sea. The blue waters and strong sea breeze caress Cancun's white beaches. As you stroll along the narrow coastal boulevard, breathing in the humid air mixed with tequila and palm trees, and gazing at the mesmerizing luxury hotels and villas, an indescribable mix of emotions arises within you.

In Cancun, where the sea is near, the beautiful beaches are hidden from view, blocked by the variously styled buildings. The coastal road does not follow the shore. The Cancun of the Maya is no longer truly Maya. History has reached this point, and romance has faded from humanity. Money, politics, and power have gradually corroded the purest essence of human nature. People retreat in fear, much like how the Mayans once feared the snakes that slithered through the grass, coiled upon the rocks, crawled among the branches, lurked in the ravines, and floated on the water’s surface. Out of fear, people now worship money, politics, and power as their totems. In Cancun, I saw Mexican flags fluttering in every street and alley. The image of the eagle gripping a snake in its beak, perched atop a cactus, made me realize that today, countless even more powerful "snakes" occupy every corner of the Earth.

Half a century ago, Cancun was just a small fishing village with a population of about two hundred. Yet it transformed into a world-renowned beach destination. Here, there’s not only the glorious Mayan civilization left by the ancients but also the stunning tropical scenery, colorful coral reefs stretching for miles, and pristine, soft natural beaches. Standing by the sea, massive waves soar into the air like flying waterfalls, like Latin girls in white swimsuits energetically dancing. Behind the surging waves is the gently trembling sky, free-flying seagulls, and sailboats on distant voyages.

However, the most enchanting moment is when the sun sets. Sitting in a seaside bar, quietly sipping world-famous tequila, the calm sea stretches before you. Surrounding you are cobbled roads, Latin girls gracefully weaving through, lined with Spanish-style cottages. The roads are overgrown with grass, and at this moment, you feel as though you are traveling through time. Unconsciously, the sunset slowly slips into your orange glass, and the fragrance of the drink transports you to a mythical world. In that world, the sea, Indian sky dancers, pyramids, and the continuous call of drinks beckon you.

In Cancun, as you savor the delicious Mexican tortillas and take large gulps of beer, no matter where you go, you will inevitably marvel at the beauty of the sunset—a century of passionate solitude for South Americans.

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南美人的百年孤独

  南美人的百年孤独