I’ve been saving these photos for last because this moment in time was my absolute favorite while visiting Tulum. Traveling to these ancient Mayan ruins in Cobá wasn’t in our original plan, but it turned out to be the best decision we made all week.
Cobá is about a fourty-five minute drive from Tulum, straight down 109 where you travel through miles and miles of tall jungle with bright yellow butterflies constantly soaring out of the green leaves (which nearly gave me a heart attack because I thought Clint was going to murder each one with our windshield every time the wind would blow them too close to the car).
Once you arrive at the archaeological parking site you have to pay a small day use fee and walk a ways into the jungle along a dirt path. Since the walk to the main ruins takes about 15 minutes, we decided to hire a small bike taxi to take us the rest of the way (and I’m so glad we did considering I was carrying a silk wedding gown and a number of other bags that would have been a struggle to walk the entire way).
When we finally arrived at the main ruins I had to take a moment and let the beauty sink in. Even though it was overcast that day, the sun beamed through the clouds with such strength that I think I started sweating instantly. I don’t think I’ve ever been so sweaty in my entire life (gross, I know). We took a few photos at the foot of the ruins first, and then in a dreamy jungle nook we found off to the side. After, we stood at the foot of the monument, looking up, wondering if we should make the trek to the top or not.
OBVIOUSLY, after a split second of consideration, we agreed that climbing to the top was a complete necessity. I climbed the ruins in the gown I’m wearing in the images, which probably looked completely absurd placed next to other tourists who were traversing the steps in workout gear and tennis shoes. To my surprise the walk to the top was a breeze and rather quick. We were a bit out of breath when we reached the final step, but the view at the top immediately made me forget the lack of air in my lungs.
Looking out, I saw jungle stretching as far as the horizon, and in the distance, other Mayan ruins peeking out of the lush canopy. It’s a truly humbling experience to connect with an ancient structure and momentarily view the world the way humans did thousands of years ago.
I think the photos speak for themselves when it comes to translating the raw beauty and majestic scale of the ruins in Cobá. This is something I know I will treasure for the rest of my life. A moment in time more precious than any material object. A true dedication to the timeless magnitude of the human spirit.