I met Aiesha on the wooden porch of my beach hut at Villa Pescadores in Tulum, the sun was setting and I could hear the gentle waves of the ocean repeatedly kissing the shore. We were facing the path leading to the beach which was lined with hammocks and palm trees. The trees had round outdoor lights suspended from them, and they looked like lots of tiny full moons. Time was not an issue for Aiesha, and we chatted back and forth for about an hour before my Mayan reading finally began. I inhaled the incense infused air, and sat back ready to learn what was written in the stars for me.
I had come abroad with romantic visions of exotic men who knew how to treat women with loyalty and respect. Yet here I was, staring at a guy and his girlfriend, knowing he had been cheating on her the night before.