Sweat.

Merida, Yucatan

Mayans. People of the Corn.

Tecoh, Yucatan

Cenotes. Crawl through long stretches of this(with a backpack!) to get to the refreshing lagoon at the end. Look up, stick your tongue out, and take in the rainwater, ultra-purified through layers and layers of earth. It tastes like nothingness filtered through diamonds. Like the purest virginity if it were a flavor of honey.

Isla de CozumelIf low season means empty beaches and empty hammocks, we'll gladly take the occasional rainstorm. We'll plow our rental moped through those puddles like we own this island.