A Man Touched Me in Valladolid, So We Didn't See the Ek Balam Ruins
As I bent over my daughter's seat and wrestled with the seat belt and her vest, my husband started yelling. In that moment, I felt a finger touch the sliver of exposed skin on my back. This is the story of why we didn't go to the Ek Balam Ruins near Valladolid, Mexico.
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