If you exclude the thousands of tourists local and foreign who visit on an hourly basis, then going to Teotihuacan literally feels like you are stepping into history. A reconstruction of what once was a civilisation pre-dating Eduardo Cortes and the conquistadores, this place attempts to retell the story and the lifestyle of the inhabitants which to my knowledge derived from expert tourguides (plural because I ended up visiting more than once) the first settlers let alone creators of the city remain a mystery. The Aztecs found it like this and made it their own after the inhabitants left due to food shortages (according to one of the theories).
I don’t know why, maybe it’s my love for history and migration stories that have existed throughout humanity’s existence, but something about physically being here and hearing the narrated theories behind the meanings of the Avenue of the Dead, Pyramid of the Sun and Moon and the Temple of Quetzalcoatl absolutely fasinated me. The responsibility of ensuring the stories are as close to the truth as they could be, is huge, when in reality everything is theorised. Unless you were there you’ll never know truly know the complete experience. Up until this moment my knowledge was scarce. Now? I’d love to take a course on Mesoamerica - or at least read a book about it.