I’m told a cenote is a deep water hole.
If you would’ve asked me, it would’ve translated to, loosely: “All you need for a summer afternoon. Bring your own cerveza.”
I swear, one of those dives felt like forever.
June 23, 2011 by timpadraic
I’m told a cenote is a deep water hole.
If you would’ve asked me, it would’ve translated to, loosely: “All you need for a summer afternoon. Bring your own cerveza.”
I swear, one of those dives felt like forever.