That morning we didn't have to get up early at all. We were going to spend the last hours in San Cristóbal de las Casas and all we wanted to do was visit the Mayan Medicine Museum before our bus left at 3.35pm towards the Riviera Maya. We didn't have to get up soon, but as soon as the sun came up I woke up and got up. That morning, Jon had promised me to have a massage to relieve my cervical and my continuous headaches, and since I was a professional physiotherapist, I was not going to refuse.
Bela had a room with a stretcher where Teresa did massages and kindly gave us the space. There are people who transmit good karma and Jon is one of them. His way of seeing life, the decisions he had made and especially his goodness is something that will remain forever. With the "excuse" that he wanted to practice new techniques he had learned during his travel through Mexico, began to decontract all the muscles in my body while I was thinking, or rather, a psychoanalysis of mine and ended up doing reiki. While imposing his hands he was commenting on what was appearing in his mind, colors that defined my person and my actions. At the end I felt a little dizzy, but my cervical pain didn't hurt anymore.
About ten in the morning we walked to Museum of Maya Medicine which is on the outskirts of San Cristóbal. This small museum is geared to make the traditions of Mayan medicine known to visitors and schools in the area, traditions that are being lost. It can be seen a recreation of a chapel, how a midwife works and information on the four types of traditional healers in the area. It is worth mentioning the complaint made of the large multinationals such as Coca-Cola and the pharmaceutical companies that "steal" (and patent) Mayan knowledge in exchange for nothing.
If I had to highlight something about this visit it would be that when we left we were talking to one of the conservatives and he explained that all that knowledge was being lost, that the language was lost because it was very discredited among them and that the new generations only looked to the West and repudiated their millenary culture. By telling him it was from BarcelonaHe told us that we were lucky here because we had revived our language and our culture, although I assured him that it was not being easy and that if it were not because it is the vehicular language in schools, Catalan would have been lost years ago. But how can you maintain your own language and cultures when you are ashamed of them? As Tanya explained to me, there was currently a movement of preservation of the Mayan culture and only thanks to foreign people, because to the Mexicans that brought them without care. In the blacksmith's house, a wooden knife?