As her blood raced through her veins, she thought no other adventure could inspire her like flying through the canopy.  Before she knew it, she was at the cenote.  The peace and serenity of the sacred water immediately followed them.  A small voice echoed through the canyon.  She smiled, she did not speak Spanish, but their was an understanding and respect for this sacred place.  As quietly as David and Michele entered, they repectfully left.