I still remember my first September in Tulum. I had only been here a couple of months and was living in Yaax when the cohetes started. It was loud—and I had no idea what was happening!
I walked out to my gate and found everyone drinking, dancing, eating and celebrating in the street. My neighbors immediately invited me to join them.
They explained the celebration using their English, my very limited Spanish, plenty of miming and, of course, Google Translate. Somehow, we understood one another. It became one of my favorite early memories of living in Mexico.
