A Perfectly Pure Moment

Day one in the jungle.
After a seven long hours driving through the most phenomenal back county of Mexico we arrived at La Cong Don. The air here is warm and thick. Even when driving fast down the dirt path to our destination with my hand out the window I can feel the heat of the air. The car pulled up to this small village. Palm leaf roofs on the huts, chickens running around freely, and a goat tied to a tree who greeted us warmly. It was the perfect picture in my mind of how this part of my adventure should look.
We were greeted by an indigenous man who lived in the village and he showed us to where we would be staying. We carried our luggage, which I was now kicking myself for not packing lighter, down a stone path to the cabin we would be calling home for the next three days. This cabin was quite different from the cottage county life we are use to in Canada. This cabin had a tin roof, bamboo shoots which made up three walls, bunk beds with large bug netting surrounding them and no door, just a ramp leading up to a small deck with a hammock off to the side of our beds. I was in my glory. We were surrounded by nature in almost every way, the next step would be to actually sleep outside on the jungle floor... but I’m not quite ready to venture that far. After we got settled we went for a swim in the pond just feet away from our cabin. The water was cold but refreshing compared to the heat of the air surrounding us. Michelle and I went on a little swimming adventure and explored the neighbouring pond. I must say that I couldn’t help but wonder what sort of animals might be lurking beneath the surface, remembering all those scary movies I had watch over the years. I tried to push them to the back of my head and continued on, I didn’t want my fear to ruin this moment. However when Michelle brought up the movie Anaconda I was pretty much over the exploring thing and was quite content to join Chrissy and Gary in the other pond close to our cabin, safely in numbers I thought.
After our swim we all decided to play some cards and listen to some music. Michelle and I curled up in the hammock, Chrissy in a chair beside us and Gary sat in the rocking chair and put his I Pod on shuffle. The Eagle’s Hotel California came on, one of my favourites. We sat a talked, deciding that tonight conversation was more interesting than a card game. As time went on the music was put lower and lower until we realized that the sounds of nature surrounding us was more beautiful and relaxing than any of the thousands of songs stored on the I pod, so we shut it off and began to listen. The bugs started to get worse. They were attracted to the light, so we shut that off too.
There we were the four of us sitting on the deck of our cabin beside a pond, listening the sounds of the forest in the pitch black talking about the world, people in it, and our lives here compared to our lives back home. We talked about why we were here and what this journey meant to us. We talked about all sorts of things; whatever popped into our minds was a topic to be discussed. It was an evening I will remember as long as I live.
No distractions, just conversation from one being to another.
No TV, no radio, no lights, I literally could not see my hand two inches from my face.... nothing, just voices; thoughts and ideas flowing from their lips to my ears and vice versa. It was a perfectly pure moment. That’s the only way to explain it; pure.