This is the market area. In the back of the picture you can see some statues under a metal roof for protection. These are some of the many statues erected by the 13th Mayan king whose name is, get this, Eighteen Rabbits. What the heck kind of name is that? That has got to be the weirdest name I have ever heard. For the rest of the day I called myself Half a Dozen Donuts in honor of my breakfast.
This is Ryan and a statue of the "Dancing Jaguar". Ryan is on the right.
And this guy with the goofy expression is me, thinking that I can't wait to get back to the hotel wi-fi and blog about my day.