The best treasures are worth the hunt.
I love filling our hearts and home with precious, hard-won memories like this. It was 37C, there was no shade, we were on Day 2 of Montezuma's revenge, but we saw those pyramids. We stood at their feet, pondered the vastness of history, and felt the faint, invisible strings that connect us to people who lived over 1000 years ago. Isn't it amazing how art and craftsmanship can tell you so much about a culture?
Where were your favourite memories made?