The path that had disappeared continued through the jungled barrier. I followed my husband, holding his hand as he led the way through the ivy-covered branches of the shorter trees that failed to reach the canopy. Suddenly, the expanse gave way into a clearing of golden sand that surrounded a natural pool.
I gasped, “Oh my god. That is beautiful.”
Water cascaded off the cliffs high above and into the pool just forty yards from the forgotten path. There wasn’t a soul in sight. The water was a clear turquoise, churned and filtered by nature. Beyond the single falls seemed to be a cave of sorts that went well beyond the pool. Splotches of blue and green algae dotted the sides of the cliff where midst from the plunging falls sprayed upon the stone walls. I dropped my bag on the sand, put my hands on my hips, and just stared at the beauty of nature’s creation. Luke watched, and slowly took his phone from his pocket, and snapped a picture of his wife marveling at the waterfall. I know because he posted online later. The sun danced off the cascading water and onto my hair, making it appear more red and shinier than it was. He walked up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed my neck.