There is something that has amazed me since I arrived in Yucatán: the blue. It speaks through the sky, the beaches, and the mangroves.

On the path to the Xocempich cenote, I make my way through the dense Yucatecan jungle—a mysterious environment guarded by the chaká tree, the oak, and the jabín. Further ahead, a towering ceiba tree, fulfilling its role as the sacred bridge between the earthly and the divine, proudly watches over the entrance to this bluish, crystal-clear freshwater pool.

There, I recognized it again—that shade of blue that defies all previous descriptions, a hue I had never seen before.