Monte Alban

Yesterday, I Had One of Those overwhelmingly life-altering experiences. I know it was life-altering Because I can not really find a combination of words to describe it. Simplified (albeit immature), over-used (by me) and wholly Insufficient phrases, things like "ah-freaking-mazing" and " effing beautiful, "seem to be the only words I can conjure up yesterday to describe my experiences. And my camera could not seem to squeeze into its' little lens the images of it so passionately That I remember. It's kind of the same thing- the inadequacy of words to describe intense emotions, and cameras to capture the magnitude, scale, life-changing beauty your eyes So Easily detect. Maybe we're not supposed to describe or capture Things That Can not Be Described or captured-Things That are really important. Maybe we're just supposed to see them and feel them and experience them. And goodness, am I glad I did. 

Monte Alban HAD Been contained in books That I HAD to read to pass a class. A very cool class acerca very cool things, but still, a white-walled classroom and a black and white book in the hands of a kinesthetic learner. But as our van sturdy Climbed the mountain, and the old walls of Monte Alban poked out from behind the trees, my excitement Reached an almost-embarrassing level. 

Our first actual contact With the physical remains of Monte Alban Were patchwork structures, floors of royal courts and Their underlying tombs. 

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I say this with excitement lacking Because I 've been spoiled With the almost supernatural experience of stumbling upon Monte Alban's central square and ball court, Which I will get to later. Be patient. 

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But Please, do not mistake my enthusiasm for These structures lessened as discontent or to failure to Recognize Their grave importance. Believe me, When I first saw them I almost wept humbled With excitement. Walking the paths of Mesoamerican former royalty, standing on the same limestone plaster They stood on, and looking out onto the very mountains They did was almost too much for my millennial mind to handle. Certainly, it HAD Been the most amazing batch of rocks i had stepped on short and inexperienced in my 21 years of life, but That would change in a short walk due east. 

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That short walk along, we found beautiful ceramics littering the ground. 

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And Then, there it was ... 

The single most amazing image my eyes would ever take in. I stood in silence humbled at the top of the world, looking out over the central plaza of Monte Alban. Like a child running to her mother after a long day away, I spirited towards the vast sea of ​​grass and stone. 

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Monte Alban, thank you for being.