A meeting thousands of years in the making…
I grew up reading about history since the 2nd grade. I grabbed ever book I could – ancient Egypt, Rome, Aztecs, the World Wars. As I grew older, my fascination with the past grew deeper. But all that reading was just that – reading. I wanted to go see the history that I was reading.
I’ve been fortunate to have visited many historical sites throughout my life. The battlefields of the American Civil War. The Mayan pyramids of Tulum. The Taj Mahal. Este año, in the midst of this pandemic, I was able to visit some truly historic sites alongside with Laurie. The Colosseum. The Eiffel Tower. The Pyramids of Giza. And the most fascinating of them all, King Tut.
King Tut wasn’t the most important ruler in Egyptian history. Many other pharaohs carry that distinction. Pero paying my respects to the Pharaoh was such a honor. Thousands of years separate us, but here was I, a chico from Miami visiting the king in his burial chamber. No history book could ever do this meeting thousands of years in the making justice.
Egypt is the most ancient land we’ve been blessed to visit. We got to soak in so much history, and it left us with a deep appreciation for what people’s in the past were able to achieve. It also left us wanting to discover more of our own ancient Mesoamerican and Andean civilizations. Our tour guides kept telling us we looked or seemed Egyptian. Quien sabe, maybe our peoples were once connected, and maybe we are one archeological discovery away from rewriting those history books I’ve been reading all these years.