"Have you been to the ruins?" he asks, wearing nothing but a pair of shades and swimming trunks. "They're just up the road here," he says, handing me a cartoon map of Belize. The night before we'd staid up speaking Spanish—he's Belgian and has at least three languages mastered—sharing a 40oz as he told countless stories of finding lost pyramids, sinking ships and traveling the world. He's a captivating guy and the only other person inhabiting this campground that isn't being paid to do so. "The ruins are definitely something to see," he goes on, "just a fabulous sight only right up the road." He swings his arm parallel to the street to provide further clarification on the direction. "Full of Mayan history and back in the jungle." "You've been there?" I ask a seemingly dumb question. "No," he laughs, "once you've seen one pile of rocks, you've seen them all." We go anyway. I tend to agree with him, but finally having an abandoned Mayan city all to ourselves, and lined with placards describing the trees of the region, made it totally worth it. #vwbus #mexico #moseyhome #champagneedition #vanlifediaries #projectvanlife (at Calderitas, Quintana Roo)