Anita Brown Photography
Cancun on foot
A walk in this slender slice of greenery in downtown Cancun is always refreshing for me. The park opens at seven a.m. everyday, and though one hears the gurgle of trucks downshifting on the nearby streets, the dense undergrowth of the reserve disguises the nearness of urban life.
The scent of the jungle–blooming in spring–mingles with decaying tree trunks and dead leaves. Chachalacas call to one another across the canopy of trees. Ever industrious CoatÃs, or Tejones, as they’re commonly called, scrummage through the pebbly dirt near a small pond, El Aguado.
Free to peer closely at varieties of berry or flamboyantly mottled tree bark, moving slowly and listening to breaking branches as animals retreat from view. I approached a resident buck foraging not far from the path. Accustomed to passing joggers, the buck studied me cautiously as I watched him and admired the immense brown eyes and extravagant eyelashes. Sunlight piercing the trees swept his large black nose and velvet antlers.
Renewed once again, I left the park as though closing a favorite book.
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