Copan Ruinas is subtly pretty. There's no "wow" moment here no matter where you go.
Yet, it was my favorite ruin.
After the first hour of roaming, Dad goes into the tunnels that I didn't pay entrance fees for (didn't think it'd be worth it), so I decide to head straight back to the entrance and write in my journal.
On the way back, I catch a glimpse of a set of ruins not too tall nor really spectacular. No one seems to be interested in them, understandable, but I decide to give it a shot and jump into the desolate zone.
While approaching the first structure, I'm suddenly mesmerized by the balance of nature and artificial piles of brick. On top of the highest platform there, I look down at the scene, take a deep breath in, and sigh with big relief.
For the next 30 minutes, I hop around like a kid, stop to look at flowers, question oddly positioned stones, jump onto new heights, look for new angles/approaches to the scenery, and lose track of time...
I like this place, and for the short moment, I forget about the world and lose myself within the bricks, flowers, and trees.
All is brought back to reality when two stupid tourists enter my kingdom. I become self conscious, gather myself, act like I'm just hopping around to take pictures and nonchalantly leave my sacred space.
I realize here that alone time is important. Unknowingly, trying to be considerate of each other, Dad and I had been speeding-up/slowing-down our paces. Sharing experiences is always wonderful, but at times it's important to go at your own pace and absorb the things in ways that only you can.
Or was it Copan Ruinas itself that made me lose myself? It probably was a combination of both my free time and the beautiful ruins.
Whatever the case, for the first time in my life, I truly enjoyed just looking at old stuff.
Dad and I agreed that from here on, we'd try to find a good balance of time together and alone.
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