Looking out the window, all you can see is green. A green wall of trees outside the windows of the house. Windows that are just openings with screen. Long, long philodendron vines hang from the trees. They drop from the story above our heads and continue down to the ground one floor below, swaying in the wind and shining in the rain. Plants that are houseplants at home, that need coddling to survive. Red-flowered ginger. Huge night-blooming cereus climbing up the bark of trees.
You might think nothing needs coddling to survive here in Palenque. Of course, that's far from true because everything needs to be a survivalist here. Plants grow so strongly that there is competition for everything: water, sun, soil. So you find strange plants, like bromeliads, that have developed a niche for themselves, staking out places and lifecycles that are unique.
Coming out of the cold, white/gray north it is stunning. Just stunning.
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